Eh. Cinque's always been the sort to care about her family. Right now, I'm on the list, and remember- I started it. Her introduction to me was a hug, after all.
Tre remembers me as Ford. Cinque has always known me as Imma. She might intellectually know I wasn't born a Number, but she's never seen it, and that can make a difference.
Spot on, as far as the doctor's reasoning is concerned... with one exception. If I see myself as part of the family, wouldn't my rightful place be by his side? Remember how he reacted to Fate, after all.
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"Thank you all for coming on such short notice."Did we really have a choice, Uno? Less pleasantry more explainy, please.
I'd been in the middle of a rather tricky bit of spellcraft when the call came in- Uno, requiring my presence in the 'briefing room' immediately. As I ran down the halls, I came across Tre and Cinque, both of which had gotten the same message, and compared notes.
"Approximately ten minutes ago, we received a distress call from our agent on P3J-992. Her presence was detected, and she requires an immediate extraction."
We have agents?
Uno called up a holographic model of a fairly mean-looking base compound. It was of a fairly standard bastion style; a round outer wall, covered in turrets and guard posts, around a rather drab set of industrial-looking buildings. A fortified bastion, encased in its own armed wall, had been placed in the center of the base. The overall effect reminded me of the castles of old, with a dash of Skull Fortress for flavor.
Uno pointed at a spot in the central fortress. The model obliged her, magnifying the fortress, splitting the model into individual floors, and putting a blinking red dot at the spot in question. "Her last known location, as of communications being lost, was here." We all took a few seconds to look over all the floors, locking the general (predicted) layout into memory for the op.
Once that was done, Uno let the model go back to normal. "Though this is a fairly large Syndicate base, earlier reports suggest that mage presence will be limited. M-Drones will make up the majority of the defending force." As she said this, images of the drones in question appeared. One type looked like little more than a red crystal (not unlike a Relic, actually) with a machine wrapped around one end of it, and a band of futuristic RCS packs around the middle. The other looked like a cross between a battledroid from Star Wars (humanoid, but inhumanly thin and spindly) and a Battlemech (flat armored surfaces, a visor reminiscent of a 'mech cocokpit, cannons instead of arms).
So this 'Syndicate' is responsible for those machines I saw the Enforcer fighting. Huh. That makes sense. Wonder if we're opposed to them, or if they have dealings with the doctor?"One of the purposes of the facility is production of the Type I, so expect to see it in large numbers. Type II numbers are unconfirmed, though our agent has confirmed their presence." The drone images shrank, reemphasizing the model. "You have two objectives; meet up with the infiltrator, and escort her back to the extraction point."
She paused; I took this opportunity to interject. "Are there any restrictions on how we accomplish the mission?"
Uno blinked. "Restrictions? Such as?"
I coughed a bit, and held up Malleus. "Massive property damage, for one."
She thought about that for a second. "The Doctor isn't particularly fond of the Syndicate... I doubt he'd mind. As for other restrictions... let me check." She opened a comm window; as it rezzed in, I saw a haze appear in the air around her face and the window. From that point on, I couldn't make out a bit of what was being said on either end. Never seen that before. Must be a secure call. Wonder why she had to hide that from the three of us?
The window and the haze vanished, and Uno turned her attention back to the three of us. "So long as the objective is returned undamaged, the Doctor does not care how much damage is done. You can flatten the entire facility, if you so choose.
As far as other restrictions, you are not to perform dimensional transfers directly between the target area and this facility. I've been instructed to give you a set of coordinates for known empty worlds; if you perform your own dimensional transfer, use at least two of these worlds as intermediary stops.
Is that understood?" I nodded, smiling.
Uno smiled back, just a little. "Then get to the transfer room. Good luck."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Tre remembers me as Ford. Cinque has always known me as Imma. She might intellectually know I wasn't born a Number, but she's never seen it, and that can make a difference.
Spot on, as far as the doctor's reasoning is concerned... with one exception. If I see myself as part of the family, wouldn't my rightful place be by his side? Remember how he reacted to Fate, after all.
**********
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice."Did we really have a choice, Uno? Less pleasantry more explainy, please.
I'd been in the middle of a rather tricky bit of spellcraft when the call came in- Uno, requiring my presence in the 'briefing room' immediately. As I ran down the halls, I came across Tre and Cinque, both of which had gotten the same message, and compared notes.
"Approximately ten minutes ago, we received a distress call from our agent on P3J-992. Her presence was detected, and she requires an immediate extraction."
We have agents?
Uno called up a holographic model of a fairly mean-looking base compound. It was of a fairly standard bastion style; a round outer wall, covered in turrets and guard posts, around a rather drab set of industrial-looking buildings. A fortified bastion, encased in its own armed wall, had been placed in the center of the base. The overall effect reminded me of the castles of old, with a dash of Skull Fortress for flavor.
Uno pointed at a spot in the central fortress. The model obliged her, magnifying the fortress, splitting the model into individual floors, and putting a blinking red dot at the spot in question. "Her last known location, as of communications being lost, was here." We all took a few seconds to look over all the floors, locking the general (predicted) layout into memory for the op.
Once that was done, Uno let the model go back to normal. "Though this is a fairly large Syndicate base, earlier reports suggest that mage presence will be limited. M-Drones will make up the majority of the defending force." As she said this, images of the drones in question appeared. One type looked like little more than a red crystal (not unlike a Relic, actually) with a machine wrapped around one end of it, and a band of futuristic RCS packs around the middle. The other looked like a cross between a battledroid from Star Wars (humanoid, but inhumanly thin and spindly) and a Battlemech (flat armored surfaces, a visor reminiscent of a 'mech cocokpit, cannons instead of arms).
So this 'Syndicate' is responsible for those machines I saw the Enforcer fighting. Huh. That makes sense. Wonder if we're opposed to them, or if they have dealings with the doctor?"One of the purposes of the facility is production of the Type I, so expect to see it in large numbers. Type II numbers are unconfirmed, though our agent has confirmed their presence." The drone images shrank, reemphasizing the model. "You have two objectives; meet up with the infiltrator, and escort her back to the extraction point."
She paused; I took this opportunity to interject. "Are there any restrictions on how we accomplish the mission?"
Uno blinked. "Restrictions? Such as?"
I coughed a bit, and held up Malleus. "Massive property damage, for one."
She thought about that for a second. "The Doctor isn't particularly fond of the Syndicate... I doubt he'd mind. As for other restrictions... let me check." She opened a comm window; as it rezzed in, I saw a haze appear in the air around her face and the window. From that point on, I couldn't make out a bit of what was being said on either end. Never seen that before. Must be a secure call. Wonder why she had to hide that from the three of us?
The window and the haze vanished, and Uno turned her attention back to the three of us. "So long as the objective is returned undamaged, the Doctor does not care how much damage is done. You can flatten the entire facility, if you so choose.
As far as other restrictions, you are not to perform dimensional transfers directly between the target area and this facility. I've been instructed to give you a set of coordinates for known empty worlds; if you perform your own dimensional transfer, use at least two of these worlds as intermediary stops.
Is that understood?" I nodded, smiling.
Uno smiled back, just a little. "Then get to the transfer room. Good luck."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.