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  1. Seems Chase used the same technique often - though hell, if it worked, no need to switch things up. Maxwell seemed uncomfortably stiff, which might be something to keep an eye on. Better to learn what buttons to press as needed if needed. For now though, the mission took precedence. I stared at the ceiling opening, thinking. They wanted stealthy? I'd give them stealthy. What goes up, must come down... I glanced around, pointing at Bishop. "You. Give me your hand." He obliged, holding his hand out as if he expected me to hand him something. Instead,
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  2. Meanwhile... "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" my comm unit shrieked, causing me to instinctively tear the tiny headset from within my ear. Alyssa cast me a puzzled glance as our group made its way down the concourse, the floor sloping gently upward to the corridor terminus. "Jenkins," I muttered, stuffing the earpiece back into place. Chase nodded, maneuvering her own earbud into place and thumbing its power switch on. "What did you say, Sky team?" I replied. "Guy in the sky is...." Steve began, his sentence interrupted by a horrific and wate
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  3. When Nick explained how to do the jump, I knew it was gonna be scary as hell, especially the jumping part, but I figured once I was out of the helicopter I’d just go downward, maybe in that flying squirrel pose that skydiving guys do, and then pull the cord and the parachute would go FWOOM and everything would be fine until I got to the landing, when things would actually get difficult. Instead, it was like if I was the last almond in the can when my sister X would get pissed off that I’d left a mostly-empty nut can in the cupboard and violently shake it up like that would shake th
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  4. "Sky 1 to Ground 1, be advised we have a complication,” Nick said over the radio. “There's an aircraft already on the pad. Steve and Book are going to attempt an aerial insertion." “We are?” I half-whispered to Steve. The helicopter lurched sideways in the storm, again, and I tried not to lose my cookies. The smell of Steve’s “Alcohol Drink” really wasn’t helping. “Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome!” Steve said and clapped me on the back. My stomach did another flip. “All you have to do is focus on the Target, and pull on the wires to steer if you’re about to smash into somet
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  5. OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 - 1710 hours _________________ The way Chase was talking it was as if she'd never had to run in heels. Surprising. After the jumpsuit comment I'd have pegged her for at least having some familiarity with it. It was a skill I'd learned as a child, though frankly once I went into combat training I'd immediately switched over from dresses and heels to pants and boots. Hopefully this mission didn't test us on that. Still, muscle memory was there and I strode ahead, eyes locked on the target as we
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  6. "Sounds doable." I turned to Chase and inclined my head slightly in agreement. "If you have the right attitude they don't look at your clothes so much as anywhere else to avoid making eye contact. You can be my admin, if you like, and between one of us we'll succeed in winning someone over. Or stealing their ID." Turning back to Maxwell, I gave him a nod. "The plan is acceptable to me. We will handle the social infiltration and see what else we can manage as well. We should have enough up our sleeve to buy time if not outright find ways to make things easier."
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  7. This Schuster fellow had decent questions. Good head on his shoulders. I was curious to these answers as well. Luckily Luke had provided additional explosives, no doubt stolen from Johnny's self-made stash. I set one on the table, pushing it towards Schuster. "I have a handful of explosives to help with the beach, but I do need to ask the stance on acceptable collateral damage levels. With the level of anonymity you're wanting, cameras and witnesses will be a concern. If we fail to get computer control, or if they piece together what we're moving towards, we may ha
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  8. "Haggard" would be an apt word to describe the crew. Hungover, exhausted... they fit the stereotype of mercenaries, at least. Solo mission. Not even giving me Luke as backup, citing concerns about "war crimes". Davion sensibilities. At least Luke hadn't told him about the POWs. Right now the Count had accepted the cover that those two sons had been killed by Victarion's men. Easier to swallow that pirates disregarded code of conducts than a noble. Until Vic spilled the beans. Or Luke. Still, listening in to the others, I wasn't overly concerned. I was sober, whic
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  9. I shuffled down the hotel hallway, carefully carrying twelve of those bathroom sink water glasses in my arms, along with a pillow case with my Thermo Man helmet inside. Steve had really, really wanted real cups instead of the disposable kind at the breakfast bar, and I had no idea where to find those before the meeting started, and he said, “just grab the mouthwash glasses after people check out!” So I’d tried a bunch of doors and snuck into a few rooms that people had checked out of and only got screamed at in rooms that still had people in them twice. No one recognized me though,
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  10. Steve kept going back to the bar for more Suicide Sodas, which was impressive but also kind of worrying. He’d asked for “the best Alcohol Drink this place has got”, and I sorta took a guess that he might have the same drink preferences as Bald Chuckie, since his fashion sense was sort of similar. Luckily that worked out alright, and also luckily he was a way nicer drunk than Chuckie was. Running all over the bar to chat with an invisible clown was pretty weird, but it seemed to make Steve happy, so I didn’t really mind. I could swear I kept seeing this one really tall bus boy sudde
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  11. Meanwhile... Scorched Earth's Leopard ---------- Johnny plopped down unceremoniously in a seat, nodding to Timmy as the gawky teen brought over mint juleps for everyone as Persephone fussed over bringing food. "Thanks." "One job down. One to go." Luke accepted a drink as well, and rubbed his temples. "Pirates again. If we never run into more again it's too soon." "Good luck with that," Johnny said, glancing over at me. "How much of your planet is run by pirates now?" "Half under Victarion, so technically Triad." I motioned for Pers
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  12. MEANWHILE... My headphones blasted with a message from Nick Schuster, "Sky 2 and Sky 3, how's it going down there? I need that pad cleared, pronto!" "Go on, start Working on the guards, I'm going to take care of the helicopter." Said THERMO MAN. I looked at him and he was holding his shin/Achilles heel. "I don't know, are you hurt? That looks bad." I said, I didn't want to leave him in a Vulnerability after I had just made sure he didn't die horribly by falling into Traffic with a broken Parachute and then getting hit by a bus or something. "Yeha ill be fine its just a flesh wound."
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  13. Content warning: 1) The post contains sensitive subject matter and gore. Apologies if this offends. 2) I cannot take full credit for this. The story is based on an anecdote by novelist Chuck Palanuik; I took the principle story and crafted it into a narrative for this forum. It's an exercise for someone who hasn't written anything in years. Chapter 1: Burgundy I should warn you that this story isn’t for the faint of heart. This isn’t a story about betrayal or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s sickening - the kind of sickening that makes you re
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  14. Preface Mic check? Testing, one, two, three. Mic check.. I’ve been agonising over making this recording for some time now. I shouldn’t even be entertaining the notion; I’m just incriminating myself. If I could afford one, my lawyer would politely advise me to shut my mouth. Not that I need a lawyer right now, at least. But here I am, recalling the series of events that led me down my current line of work. Perhaps it’s more accurate to call these confessions, rather than recallings. Maybe this is what therapy is like? I’m jabbering again, aren’t I? Korben Calho
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  15. Simultaneously... I circled the helicopter over the city blocks surrounding the corporate tower, hoping beyond hope that I wouldn't be spotted by the rooftop guards. I didn't know how much time we had left, but whatever amount we were working on, it was borrowed. "Stolen parking spot" definitely wasn't in the cards during the mission brief, and if the patrols didn't cook my goose, the weather or fuel running out would. As I bounced around in the turbulent night sky, I heard Steve and Book checking on on the comms. I let out a sigh of relief...they had made it, against all odds, and
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  16. OptiFire Communications 40th Floor Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _______________________________________________ We had made it to the 40th floor of the OptiFire Communications tower without too much trouble, a little improv in the elevator when the front desk security guard called us on using the other guard's badge, but all in all it went smoothly. Which was somewhat surprising giving my current attire, we had not expected there to be so many people still in the building and the ones we had passed, even as few as that was, all had given me sidelong glances as
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  17. MEANWHILE I dived out of the helicopter face down, the rain was coming up at me and hitting my face like a Million rocks getting sprayed out of a lawnmower and the city lights were shaking and blurring all over the place, it was really dark out now even though it was only half past Six and I was having a hard time seeing, plus the wind kept my battle visor from closing since I had forgot to close it when we went out the door. The air going by me was so loud that it was all I could hear, except for Thermo Man screaming in Fear and Terror as we fell. I turned a little bit to look behind me
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  18. Above the OptiFire Communications tower Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _________________ The VTOL swerved brutally as a gust of wind hammered into its port side, the OptiFire Communications tower sliding out of view and a spray of rain hitting the aircraft's windshield. I cranked up the rate of wiping and grabbed the PDA out of my pocket. “Hey Nick,” Gamble suddenly said, leaning forward toward the gap between the front seats. “I know you’re all badass mercenary guys who do this all the time, and I don’t want to let you down, but I have no idea how to do any
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  19. Elsewhere... The VTOL lurched and swayed drunkenly as I nervously lifted it off the spaceport pad, slowly pushing it up into the increasingly overcast sky and squinting at the GPS to try to make sense of where the corporate tower was releative to our position. "Whoa, you fly like I walk after a long night of alcohol drinks!" Steve Jenkins yelled as he stuck his head forward into the cockpit. "Look, flying a helicopter isn't the same as flying a LAM, and I don't have much experience with either." I said in frustration, nudging Steve back into the passenger seat with my free hand.
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  20. Stinky Pete's Car Corral Behind OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 - 1710 hours _______________________________________________ "I'm open to suggestions," said Captain Maxwell as we stood facing the unexpected barricade barring us access to the parking garage where we were meant to rendezvous with the other half of our team. The security gate had a steel post with a standard looking magnetic swipe card reader positioned so that most drivers would be able to access it from inside their vehicle and would provide automated entry into the oth
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  21. Simultaneously... Stinky Pete's Car Corral Behind OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 - 1708 hours _______________________________________________ As Orlex, Bishop, and I navigated down the decrepit avenue which ran behind the OptiFire Communications high-rise, I threaded a pair of embossed Crayven Corporation cufflinks through my purchased dress shirt's buttonholes, then fidgeted with its accompanying pale yellow tie before shrugging on a slate-gray suit jacket and pulling it closed. Glancing up, I saw that we were nearly to the parking g
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  22. OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 - 1708 hours _______________________________________________ "I think it's an absolutely insane plan," I grumbled as a bus whipped through the intersection, buffeting me and causing Octavia to squint as she gazed across the street at the entrance to the corporate tower. "I'm telling you, this is the kind of fashion that admins wear on Oberon VI. Consider the clientele they have to deal with," the Baroness replied, turning toward me and adjusting the thick linen cravat that jutted out from beneath the high-
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  23. The first question came from Nick Schuster. "Nick, go ahead," I acknowledged. "Thank you sir. So I'm looking at this setup and I have a couple questions. First of all, how do we plan to spoof the security cameras in the lobby to even get inside and attack the elevators? Based on what you were saying, it sounds like you were being monitored from the minute you walked into the lobby, and in my experience, buildings with that level of paranoia almost always have the street under surveillance too. Have we thought about how we're going to deal with that problem? The rooftop insertion make
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  24. I sat listening to the mission brief with rapt attention, going through mental checklists as objectives were laid out and teams were discussed. There was an astonishing level of detail given how unexpected this particular leg of the mission was, although that wasn't really too surprising given Maxwell's attention to detail and thoroughness. The teams were sufficient and made sense given their intended roles, Lieutenant Weyland, Octavia, and myself were likely to run into the stiffest resistance, as far as automatied security systems went, breaking into the hidden lab facility and we were also
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  25. I stared at the tactical overview, looking at what amounted to a corporate fortress as various animations illustrated its emplacements and security measures. We were basically about to be stepping out on faith. A huge leap of faith that the assumptions made by Captain Maxwell and Lieutenant Wayland were correct. And a huge leap of faith that what we were walking into wasn't a meat grinder. Which it had the increased risk to be as once again, Captain Maxwell was using his Mech pilots as infantry, generally considered a bad move by most tactical experts. The sum of the situation was as I had hea
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  26. I pensively held my breath as the pillar of flame escaped Steve's mouth, rolling forcibly toward the ceiling, where an integrated smoke detector blinked dutifully. At the exact moment I anticipated the building's evacuation alarms would start, Steve crashed off the coffee table, landing inverted in a heap on the sofa. The smoke detector's light flickered to a solid red and a poorly-maintained fire strobe beside the hotel room's door began flashing erratically. But the klaxons I fully expected would be coming never materialized. I cast a quizzical look at Alyssa. "Shouldn't all hell b
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  27. LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _______________________________________________ I sat in the relatively cramped living room space of Charles' and Alyssa's hotel room, the area actually decently sized for what it was but it was never intended to have this many people present at once. Still we managed to make it work and this location was about the best option we had for the ad-hoc mission briefing we had been called here for. The poor Doctor, whom I had arrived with alongside Steve and Octavia, was still recovering from the effects of
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  28. Last night had ended in a blur. Orlex and I had been talking and the next thing we knew, Steve Jenkins was chasing what amounted to a 31st century luchador out into the hallway of the hotel and to parts unknown while the new guy, Book Gamble, had fled like he was legitimately scared of the guy. I didn't see what happened next, but from what I had been told, Steve found "Captain Midnight" or whatever his name was somewhere in a vending room and had thrown him though a couple of vending machines. After that, I guessed that Book must have linked up with Steve and presumably had roomed with him, b
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  29. The following afternoon... LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _______________________________________________ The loud "plop" of a pair of HangEeeze tablets dropping into a glass of water heralded Alyssa's arrival in the small living room space allocated to our shared hotel room. I glanced up from my noteputer. "Feeling any better?" I asked. Chase held up a hand and winced, chugging the elixir and running a hand through her dark, tousled hair, attempting to corral it into something resembling a part. "Jenkins was right,"
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  30. I DIVED off my game chair and ran at the guy called Midnight, well At least the part of him I could see, his sneak suit still kind of worked but not completely. There were some parts of his body that were hanging out where Thermo Man had threw my drink at it and the LEDs shorted it out, it looked sort of like half a ghost. Or maybe 3/4 ghosts, I wasn't good at math, all I knew is that I saw pieces of guy running out of the bar and a real Superhero had just made me his sidekick! I had a Duty to perform. So I ran as hard as I could to try to catch up with Thermo and Midnight, but I was payi
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  31. Moments earlier... The general rowdiness of the evening crowd had transitioned to a more sedate hubub of conversation, music, and various sports being played on the screens plastered throughout the restaurant. The background noises....the crack of billiards, clinks of glassware, and the occasional bleeps and bloops of arcade machines sounded so much like any bar I'd ever been in at any point in my life that I halfway forgot we were actually on Oberon VII. Either that, or it was the effects of the 5th rum and Coke I was now staring down at. I couldn't be sure. "She's had her ey
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  32. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ "...and just when we thought we were screwed six ways from Sunday, Blackwood fired the Catapult's last fifteen LRMs at the Grasshopper, missed, and managed to knock out the high-rise from under it!" I exclaimed, slapping my hand on the bar amidst peals of laughter, the effects of far too many cocktails working their full effect on me. "Oh, come on!" Mallory Aldon exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear and taking another shot of vodka.
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  33. MEANWHILE.... Thermo Man was really good at DEER EXECUTIONER, he had blew up a bunch of deer and was almost tied with me, the waitress looked really impressed with our scores. "Wow you guys are good shots, especially you Thermo Man, that kill is super clean." Then she put down some alcohol drinks on the edge of the arcade machine. "Here are your drinks, make sure you don't spill them in the games." Then she giggled at us and Thermo Man gave her a nod and a high five. "Hey, I'm Steve Jenkins and I...." But then the waitress walked off, I looked over at Thermo Man. "You know she w
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  34. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ Orlex and I had been chatting for at least an hour, maybe more, and the haze of the alcohol was starting to take hold. In my less inhibited state, I felt like I'd come to know him better over the drinks we'd shared than I had in the 6 months we'd been travelling together though space. He seemed really down to earth and super cerebral, traits that most would consider at odds with his tough guy, rough and tumble image. That seemed to be a
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  35. OptiFire Communications 40th Floor Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _______________________________________________ Octavia had slipped through a hole in the ceiling, which we shortly realized was a designer air vent and not just a stylized hole in the ceiling, and shimmied her way into the building's ventilation system, her slimmer frame allowing her relatively easy access as she searched for an entrance into the lab portion of the building. We thought she had found an entrance when the barely perceptible sound of her movements stopped for a moment, but then short
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  36. Steve’s air conditioner science experiment exploded with a huge bang, and then he ran off to go fight any guards that might’ve survived. I was leaning up against the side of the helicopter with both hands, having a staredown with the edge of the door where the locking mechanism probably hooked in. I was also standing on one foot, so I probably looked kind of ridiculous, but at least lasering the edge of the door with my helmet seemed to be working - the edge was getting all melty, and I’d heard a couple clatters as pieces inside got lasered off of where they were mounted and fell down int
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  37. Stinky Pete's Car Corral Behind OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _______________________________________________ We'd recovered our gear from the previously stowed rucksacks and now stood around waiting for Alyssa and Octavia to arrive and hopefully grant us access into the OptiFire Communications tower via the parking garage. I had opted to completely forego any portion of the business suit I had been wearing previously in favour of a heavy combat load replete with armour and weapons. Instead of the muted orange dress shirt I was wearing an
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  38. OptiFire Communications Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 8, 3029 _________________ The elevator doors rumbled closed behind us, closing with an overly-loud 'thunk.' I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned against the back of the car. "Thanks," I muttered, staring at the lift's control panel. "That was unnerving." Octavia raised an eyebrow. "You get paid to get shot at every day. How was that unnerving?" "Because we've got three guys - " I stopped abruptly and hit a random bottom floor button on the panel. As the elevator started to move, I threw my arms
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  39. Octavia looked at me and ask a question. I threw some breakfast Fruit into the pressure cooler and clicked the lid on, then I put the pressure at HOT MAX. Then I looked at Octavia. "What in Blake's name are you making?" She asked, I did a big smile to let Octavia know it was a surprise, then she asked another question "It seems you're all in one piece, at least, from your activities.. Is everything out of your systems now?" I stopped to think about it, because I wasn't sure. There were some parts from last night where I had blacked out and I couldn't remember everything, but I kn
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  40. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ Schuster had been telling me his backstory, with a surprising level of detail considering how some of it didn't portray him in the best of light, and I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if we had grown close enough that he felt comfortable telling me now, either way he wasn't some genocidal maniac or anything so I no issues with keeping his tale in confidence; Although from the sounds of it most of the people in Aegis already were aw
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  41. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ I turned the relatively small container over in my hand, looking at the machine within from every angle I could manage. Schuster had laid a big one on me and if what he was saying was true, and I had no reason to believe he wasn't, there was huge implications that went along with it. From what he told me this device that I now held had injected him with machines that were too small to see and now were coursing through his body, most lik
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  42. Elsewhere... OptiFire Communications 4 KM from the Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ Bishop Weyland and I stared up at the 58-floor skyscraper looming over the city street, its darkened windows casting the high-rise into a shadowy, monolithic structure that blotted out the night sky. I let out a low whistle. "We're sure this is the place?" I asked, subconsciously zipping up my leather jacket as a cold breeze whipped through the downtown avenue. "Yeah, that's what the GPS says," Bishop repl
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  43. Meanwhile... As I circled the helicopter around, I suddenly saw the patrol VTOL that had, moments before, been parked on the roof of the tower, go careening skyward at a ludicrous rate. As it did so, it began to bank harder and harder to the left, yawing drunkenly toward a residential high rise before slamming headlong into it. A flaming fireball lit up the rainy night sky, streaks of fire smearing down the front of the building as the VTOL wrecked into the street below. I watched in shock for a moment and then quickly yanked over on the controls to bring my own helicopter into a sharp de
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  44. ____________________________ - Displaying Coded Message -- Command Instruction Follows - - LOCALHOST ONLY: NOT FOR XMIT - - For internal use only - ____________________________ Operation Codename: Siege Engine Planet: Oberon IV (Oberon Confederation) Terrain: Urban (skyscraper) Time: Night Mission Type: Extraction Raid/High Risk/Covert Operation NOTE: This is a child operation of Gray Demon. Refer to the parent operation for contractual details. OVERVIEW Operation: Gray Demon has taken an unexpected turn for the worse. The artifact we were subcontracted t
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  45. Wow a very covert op. Speed and stealth I would imagine is a much needed asset. GL team.
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  46. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ I was sitting at the local bar enjoying some down time after our rather hectic day and currently swirling some surprisingly smooth whiskey around the ice cubes in my tumbler. Secretly I actually preferred to drink my whiskey in a mixed drink with various carbonated beverages but I didn't mind it on the rocks either and there was a certain image portrayed with whiskey on the rocks and I figured in the middle of pirate territory, image wa
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  47. Some loud jazz-type music started playing really abruptly, and my hand slipped and triggered the digital “deer trap” too soon. The guillotine-like blade fell, and the deer bounded away into the pixelated bushes. “Come ooooon, you could’ve got him!” Steve shouted from behind me. I was all out of traps, so I switched to the gun. “One sec,” I said. I waited for a deer’s head to poke out from behind the tree. I held down the trigger, and hoped that one of the game’s erratically-aimed bullets would strike. Most flew wide, causing poorly-animated tree bark to go flying, but o
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  48. Warped Speed Bar LuxConoTel d.b.a. Lay-Z-Daze Inn Oberon VI - Oberon Confederation October 7, 3029 _______________________________________________ I walked into the hotel bar a couple of hours after we got back into town from our combat maneuvers. When we'd gotten back, I had gone and checked myself for injuries. Predictably, I had none. I guessed that whatever the nanotech was that was in my body, the nanites were still going strong. Alyssa still hadn't figured out exactly how they worked or when I had "caught" them, nor did "Doc" Mallory have any leads. None of that really surpr
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  49. - [ Begin Data Feed ] - Subject: Warrant Officer Alyssa Chase Date of birth: 3004-11-29 Place of Birth: Lyran Commonwealth Citizen ID # : 3470-079-3262 Age: 24 (as of 3028) Height: 165 cm (5'5") Weight: 58.96 kg (130 lbs) Eyes: Violet Hair: Auburn Callsign: 'Radar' Comments: Former Acolyte, ComStar BIOGRAPHY: Born November 29, 3004 in the Lyran Commonwealth. A former ComStar Acolyte. Exiled and nearly executed by ComStar for assisting Dexter Friedman with his theft of an RVN-1X Raven from the Order. While in hiding on Smithon, Taurians struck the
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