the_taken
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the_taken: Somewhere in Nevada...
the_taken: As Brea gathers her belongings and marches along with her new comrades behind the commander, she can't help but notice the thin woman near the entrance to the facility. She is far too thin as to be healthy, has a noticeable limp her stance, and is holding a cane in one hand. Just behind her, one of the other recruits whispers, "No Sargent?" Tal Lane, a woman from Another beside her pipes up, "You need a babysitter, broski?"
the_taken: "No Sargent?" Tal Lane, a woman from Hong Kong. Another recruit beside her pipes up, a man from Serbia who simply prefers to be called Vincze. "You need a babysitter, Broski?"
Hefting her backpack up over her right shoulder, while carrying her bags containing her clothing and other belongings and whatnot in both hands, Brea followed the commander into the base, noticing the thin woman near the entrance and wondering what she was doing there. "Heh, I don't need one nah. Do you need one though Vinny?" Brea then said to the Serbian man, glancing back over her shoulder and chuckling, as she followed the commander.
the_taken: Tal Lane merely grins at Brea, before glaring at the now chuckling Serbian. "Maybe. Would you like to tuck me in tonight?" The recruits are led through the now open garage door by the commander and the thin woman. There is short undisguised tarmac, followed by another open garage door revealing a large metal platform. The commander walks to far end of the platform and turns around to face the recruits, placing his hands behind his back, the thin woman is obscured from Brea's view for a moment, then the platform begins to descend.
"You wouldn't want me to tuck you in Vinny. You might not like what's tucked in," Brea said, chuckling at him and winking at Tal Lane. Once they arrived at the end of the platform and the thing began descending, Brea trembled a bit, but managed to hold onto her balance and waited for them to arrive at the bottom. "So the base is underground too then, commander?" Brea asked curiously.
the_taken: "Most of it," replied the thin woman in his stead. "I engineered or re-engineered most of the technology and equipment here with stealth, speed and reach on mind."
"Oh? Neat. May I ask who you are, ma'am? I'm Brianna Langray. Brea for short," Brea replied to the woman, setting one of her bags down and holding out a hand to shake the thin woman's.
the_taken: The commander's lips twitch into a subtle smile for a bit before addressing the small gathering. "Everyone, this is the head of our science division, Doctor Yvonne Ingham. While she isn't military, understand that she is in charge or your health during you tour of duty with us." Doctor Ingham does in fact feebly shake Brea's hand, though she only nods politely. Ahead of us is the command center, the heart of our operations where we will be briefing you for you missions. To your left is," he points to his right, "is the entrance to the cafeteria, while behind you is the main entrance to the barracks, which has an access to the armoury. I've give you a moment to drop off your belongings before joining me in the command center."
"Doctor, pleasure to meet you," Brea said as she shook the woman's hand, and then she nodded to the commander after he explained who the thin woman was, and then told them where everything was that they needed to know for the time being. "Alright sir, be back in a few. Do... we each get our own rooms?" Brea said to him, giving him a little salute before heading out to take her bags to put them down.
the_taken: "Each barracks facility has four rooms with three bunk beds as well as five rooms with a single bed and desk. There is also the cafeteria and the segregated showering facility. You, miss Langray do have one of the single rooms," the commander replies. He turns to the Doctor and his left eyebrow peaks from behind the glasses, "For health reasons?" She merely shakes her hand at him, asking him to drop it. He shrugs, before leaving Brea to her task. "I want to do a medical checkup on you as soon as possible. Nothing serious. Just for my own curiosity."
"Oh that's nice. I... well, prefer to sleep in my own room," Brea said to the commander, following the others to the barracks, blushing a bit as she did, and nodding to the doctor. "Of course ma'am, I'll be there as soon as we're done in the command room," she added to the doctor, heading off to her room and putting her stuff down, getting her dresser and closet filled with her clothes, and setting up her pictures of her family and whatnot.
the_taken: Brea will find the doors to the dorms are the first things she encounters, and the her private room is around the right corner at the end of the hall. Just past the entrance to her room is another hallway with two doorless entrances to the cafeteria and the washing facility.
Getting her stuff settled in her room, Brea sighed softly and took her jacket off, and took a quick look around to see the cafeteria and baths, and what they looked like, before heading back to the command room where their commander was awaiting their return.
the_taken: On the way back to the elevator, in the opposite direction to her room is the entrance to Armoury, guarded by a steel door with a small wire-reinforced window.
the_taken: The Cafeteria is empty, but is lined with many tables. On the left, a heating counter with empty food trays divides the eating area from the cooking area. The showers split into male and female sections, are are proceeded by a small locker room and changing area. Presumably operatives are to keep their toiletries in the locker rooms. The showers themselves are separated by neck high stall walls, though there are no doors to block to complete the segregation.
the_taken: Some of the other recruits get the same idea as Brea and take a peak at the facilities before heading to the Command Center. Tal Lane is one of them, and politely smiles and nods as she passes by Brea.
Brea took a little look around the armory on her way back to the command center, smiling at Tal Lane as they came out of the wash area, with Brea blushing a bit at the sight of no doors to block her from sight. Tal Lane would notice her fidgeting a bit too as they made their way to the command center's doors.
the_taken: "Our commander is intimidating, neh?" Tal Lane asks in the hallway back to the elevator. "Very composed, too. I think he and the Doctor are married. The share a name, but I didn't spot a ring on his hand, just hers."
"Maybe a little intimidating yeah... but... not that much," Brea replied, not having caught the fact that he and the doctor shared a name. "I hadn't noticed, good catch," she added to Tal Lane, smiling as they made their way into the command center, unless the girl had anything else to say.
the_taken: Tal Lane appeared content to walk silently to the command center with Brea, and and blinks in surprise upon arriving behind the other recruits. Just past a short hallway flanked by offices is a depressed area flanked by terminals with a number of personnel looking over whatever archaic data is being produced by them. What catches people's eye however, isn't the tiny person in a trench-coat, sunglasses and hat to the side, but the fully functional holographic globe above the terminals. "Whoa, hightech." remarks Tal Lane. Beyond it stands the commander, behind what is presumably his own console on a raised area. "Now that we're all here, I can give you all the briefing on our program's mandate."
"Who, what's all this I wonder," Brea commented on the terminals as they entered the command center again, looking around at the whole thing. "Yes sir, please," Brea told the commander, saluting and waiting for him to begin.
the_taken: "You would all look to your right," he points to a darkened office with an unusual dark form that suddenly become lit, causing some recruits to gasp. Inside was some sort of large serpent or worm lying dead on a gurney, covered in chitin obviously broken by gun shots, with a chitin frill around it's neck. "You may or may not have believed in extraterrestrials visiting our little planet before today," the Commander begins with a grave tone, "and it wouldn't have mattered until that particular species payed us a visit. Now our planet is quickly becoming a focal point to an interstellar shout-out between slavers and militants looking to get piece of our blue marble before the bigger players in the galaxy make found out about what is going on here and make decision on how they want us handled. Until that point however, we have to both protect our little marble and make a showing to the rest of the extraterrestrials that we're not push overs, all while keeping the existence of aliens a secret from the general public." He sighs before continuing. "One final note is that we're not beholden to any treaties regarding technology or taking prisoners, so we've also been tasked with learning as much from our unwanted visitors, whether they cooperate or not."
the_taken: "The is the Ex-Zone Program. Our Motto is Extraterrestrial Elimination and Experimentation."
Brea nodded and looked to where the commander was pointing at, watching as they entered and the lights came on, where she saw a strange... worm like thing laying dead on a gurney. She gasped as she saw the thing and took a step back, and gulped, but held firm. "B-But why would they come here, sir?" Brea asked curiously when there was a break in his words, listening intently as he explained everything. "And... keeping it a secret is going to be tough to say the least sir. But, I suppose that it's better than everyone getting out of control in a panic," she went on to say, not overly thrilled about the idea of truly eliminating any of the aliens, but even less thrilled about bringing them in for experimentation and stuff. Though, her home was... well, her home, and she would do anything to protect it.
the_taken: It is Doctor who replies. "As far as we can tell, the vast majority of visitors until recently were various scientists making observations about the planet and our development; biologists, ecologists, sociologists. We were protected by various laws by the major galactic powers until we could made contact with another species. That should have been peaceful contact with another civilization when we managed to develop FTL, however that species there has screwed that up. Despite being individually non-sentient and being incapable or adhering to interstellar law, they count as a trans-stellar civilization themselves, which has opened up the way for other, equally unfriendly civilisations to interact with us."
"Well, that's... just not fair. We don't get a single say in the matter?" Brea replied when the doctor finished up. "And also ma'am, what other kinds of... aliens, can we expect to meet in the meantime? I'm assuming that these aren't the only ones," she then asked.
the_taken: The Doctor merely grumbles, which lets the commander take over. "Our biggest issue is that we have to way to contact the Galactic Council. We lack the technology, and haven't detected any of the science observers nor a way to get their attention, so the Galaxy at large isn't aware of our plight. As for what factions are currently interested in us, well allow me to introduce our welcome guest, Mizrin." We gestures towards, the tiny person in a trenchcoat, who has removed his hat and sunglasses, revealing is now obviously inhuman features.
the_taken: Mizarin, obviouly not human from his lack of nose and large black oval eyes. His skin is a dark olive colour and unblemished. He has no hair on his round head, which is the same size of humans if the cranial dome takes up proportion of it. Even with his large head, he is not even three feet tall.
Brea nodded as the commander took over the explanation, watching as he gestured to another small person who was... not human. "S-So we do have allies then, sir? And, I suppose that one of our top priorities, is to try and get a hold of some of their gear, with which to use to contact the galactic council. Or... am I mistaken, sir?" Break asked curiously.
the_taken: The little green man merely cocks his head to the side. "Allies? Not a chance. My people's warriors will be visiting this planet to hone their combat skills against whatever other creature's decide to visit, as well as your own military and police forces. But overall, this world is not viable for a proper invasion." He points to the corpse, "It's those monsters you need to worry about most. To the more developed civilizations they are deadly nuisance, but manageable using orbital artillery and extermination droids. To a feral world they are an apocalypse, going straight to the galaxy's apex predator's stomach. To a planet like yours? Well, we've never found evidence of them meeting any pre-staller civilization, and we have most of the galaxy mapped. Perhaps you will fare well?"
"I see. So... where does that leave us then?" Brea replied, looking from the little alien to her commander with a curious look in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow. "It's obvious what you brought us all here to do commander. Though, if you don't mind me asking, sir, and I mean no disrespect. What is he doing here, if he's not helping, per se?" she went on to say, unsure really why the little alien man was there if he wasn't an ally.
the_taken: "Mizrin has agreed to help us communicate with extraterrestrials when we develop the communication technology, as well give us valuable tactical information on every species we encounter, including his own, in exchange for retrieving his equipment. Which brings me to my next point. There's another group that knows about the state of affairs our planet is facing, and they are not sanctioned by the UN or any of the world governments. What we do not about them is that they are involved with several weapon smuggling cartels and late third world warlords. I don't believe these are the kinds of people that should have access to more advanced.
the_taken: weaponry."
Brea nodded when the commander explained what Mizrin was there to help them with exactly. "I understand now sir, I apologize if I sounded rude or disrespectful before. I just, well... I don't like being left out of the loop is all," Brea replied, bowing her head a little in apology as he finished talking.
the_taken: roll 1d2
the_taken: The commander nods, "Understandably. I expect you all to understand that everything happens here or on your operations is considered classified to the highest order, but to share information freely between each other. Learn from-" a chirping beep from one of the terminals interrupts, and quickly everything changes. All the technicians spring to action and begin interacting with their consoles. "Scrambles the Erinyes. I want them them ready to go as soon as we have telemetry."
Brea was about to respond with a salute and a "Yes sir," when one of the terminals blinked on and interrupted the commander. "Um... I take it that we should go and get ready in the armory then, sir?" Brea asked curiously after he had told them to scramble the Erinyes.
the_taken: The commander shakes his head. "Not until we know what we are dealing-" only to be interrupted by Mizrin. "It's been spotted still above the atmosphere and you haven't lost track of it instantly, which means it isn't using stealth devices. Either the pilot wants your attention, doesn't care about stealth, or it is a Boorus flesh pod. If it enters the air slower than Mach 6 and is a coney blob shape, then it is a Boorus and will simply drop to the ground before you have any chance to intercept." The commander glances at Doctor Ingham, who nods, "The math checks out. We won't be able to intercept even if we spotted it five minutes ago and it was dropping right in our front yard."
the_taken: As Brea gathers her belongings and marches along with her new comrades behind the commander, she can't help but notice the thin woman near the entrance to the facility. She is far too thin as to be healthy, has a noticeable limp her stance, and is holding a cane in one hand. Just behind her, one of the other recruits whispers, "No Sargent?" Tal Lane, a woman from Another beside her pipes up, "You need a babysitter, broski?"
the_taken: "No Sargent?" Tal Lane, a woman from Hong Kong. Another recruit beside her pipes up, a man from Serbia who simply prefers to be called Vincze. "You need a babysitter, Broski?"
Hefting her backpack up over her right shoulder, while carrying her bags containing her clothing and other belongings and whatnot in both hands, Brea followed the commander into the base, noticing the thin woman near the entrance and wondering what she was doing there. "Heh, I don't need one nah. Do you need one though Vinny?" Brea then said to the Serbian man, glancing back over her shoulder and chuckling, as she followed the commander.
the_taken: Tal Lane merely grins at Brea, before glaring at the now chuckling Serbian. "Maybe. Would you like to tuck me in tonight?" The recruits are led through the now open garage door by the commander and the thin woman. There is short undisguised tarmac, followed by another open garage door revealing a large metal platform. The commander walks to far end of the platform and turns around to face the recruits, placing his hands behind his back, the thin woman is obscured from Brea's view for a moment, then the platform begins to descend.
"You wouldn't want me to tuck you in Vinny. You might not like what's tucked in," Brea said, chuckling at him and winking at Tal Lane. Once they arrived at the end of the platform and the thing began descending, Brea trembled a bit, but managed to hold onto her balance and waited for them to arrive at the bottom. "So the base is underground too then, commander?" Brea asked curiously.
the_taken: "Most of it," replied the thin woman in his stead. "I engineered or re-engineered most of the technology and equipment here with stealth, speed and reach on mind."
"Oh? Neat. May I ask who you are, ma'am? I'm Brianna Langray. Brea for short," Brea replied to the woman, setting one of her bags down and holding out a hand to shake the thin woman's.
the_taken: The commander's lips twitch into a subtle smile for a bit before addressing the small gathering. "Everyone, this is the head of our science division, Doctor Yvonne Ingham. While she isn't military, understand that she is in charge or your health during you tour of duty with us." Doctor Ingham does in fact feebly shake Brea's hand, though she only nods politely. Ahead of us is the command center, the heart of our operations where we will be briefing you for you missions. To your left is," he points to his right, "is the entrance to the cafeteria, while behind you is the main entrance to the barracks, which has an access to the armoury. I've give you a moment to drop off your belongings before joining me in the command center."
"Doctor, pleasure to meet you," Brea said as she shook the woman's hand, and then she nodded to the commander after he explained who the thin woman was, and then told them where everything was that they needed to know for the time being. "Alright sir, be back in a few. Do... we each get our own rooms?" Brea said to him, giving him a little salute before heading out to take her bags to put them down.
the_taken: "Each barracks facility has four rooms with three bunk beds as well as five rooms with a single bed and desk. There is also the cafeteria and the segregated showering facility. You, miss Langray do have one of the single rooms," the commander replies. He turns to the Doctor and his left eyebrow peaks from behind the glasses, "For health reasons?" She merely shakes her hand at him, asking him to drop it. He shrugs, before leaving Brea to her task. "I want to do a medical checkup on you as soon as possible. Nothing serious. Just for my own curiosity."
"Oh that's nice. I... well, prefer to sleep in my own room," Brea said to the commander, following the others to the barracks, blushing a bit as she did, and nodding to the doctor. "Of course ma'am, I'll be there as soon as we're done in the command room," she added to the doctor, heading off to her room and putting her stuff down, getting her dresser and closet filled with her clothes, and setting up her pictures of her family and whatnot.
the_taken: Brea will find the doors to the dorms are the first things she encounters, and the her private room is around the right corner at the end of the hall. Just past the entrance to her room is another hallway with two doorless entrances to the cafeteria and the washing facility.
Getting her stuff settled in her room, Brea sighed softly and took her jacket off, and took a quick look around to see the cafeteria and baths, and what they looked like, before heading back to the command room where their commander was awaiting their return.
the_taken: On the way back to the elevator, in the opposite direction to her room is the entrance to Armoury, guarded by a steel door with a small wire-reinforced window.
the_taken: The Cafeteria is empty, but is lined with many tables. On the left, a heating counter with empty food trays divides the eating area from the cooking area. The showers split into male and female sections, are are proceeded by a small locker room and changing area. Presumably operatives are to keep their toiletries in the locker rooms. The showers themselves are separated by neck high stall walls, though there are no doors to block to complete the segregation.
the_taken: Some of the other recruits get the same idea as Brea and take a peak at the facilities before heading to the Command Center. Tal Lane is one of them, and politely smiles and nods as she passes by Brea.
Brea took a little look around the armory on her way back to the command center, smiling at Tal Lane as they came out of the wash area, with Brea blushing a bit at the sight of no doors to block her from sight. Tal Lane would notice her fidgeting a bit too as they made their way to the command center's doors.
the_taken: "Our commander is intimidating, neh?" Tal Lane asks in the hallway back to the elevator. "Very composed, too. I think he and the Doctor are married. The share a name, but I didn't spot a ring on his hand, just hers."
"Maybe a little intimidating yeah... but... not that much," Brea replied, not having caught the fact that he and the doctor shared a name. "I hadn't noticed, good catch," she added to Tal Lane, smiling as they made their way into the command center, unless the girl had anything else to say.
the_taken: Tal Lane appeared content to walk silently to the command center with Brea, and and blinks in surprise upon arriving behind the other recruits. Just past a short hallway flanked by offices is a depressed area flanked by terminals with a number of personnel looking over whatever archaic data is being produced by them. What catches people's eye however, isn't the tiny person in a trench-coat, sunglasses and hat to the side, but the fully functional holographic globe above the terminals. "Whoa, hightech." remarks Tal Lane. Beyond it stands the commander, behind what is presumably his own console on a raised area. "Now that we're all here, I can give you all the briefing on our program's mandate."
"Who, what's all this I wonder," Brea commented on the terminals as they entered the command center again, looking around at the whole thing. "Yes sir, please," Brea told the commander, saluting and waiting for him to begin.
the_taken: "You would all look to your right," he points to a darkened office with an unusual dark form that suddenly become lit, causing some recruits to gasp. Inside was some sort of large serpent or worm lying dead on a gurney, covered in chitin obviously broken by gun shots, with a chitin frill around it's neck. "You may or may not have believed in extraterrestrials visiting our little planet before today," the Commander begins with a grave tone, "and it wouldn't have mattered until that particular species payed us a visit. Now our planet is quickly becoming a focal point to an interstellar shout-out between slavers and militants looking to get piece of our blue marble before the bigger players in the galaxy make found out about what is going on here and make decision on how they want us handled. Until that point however, we have to both protect our little marble and make a showing to the rest of the extraterrestrials that we're not push overs, all while keeping the existence of aliens a secret from the general public." He sighs before continuing. "One final note is that we're not beholden to any treaties regarding technology or taking prisoners, so we've also been tasked with learning as much from our unwanted visitors, whether they cooperate or not."
the_taken: "The is the Ex-Zone Program. Our Motto is Extraterrestrial Elimination and Experimentation."
Brea nodded and looked to where the commander was pointing at, watching as they entered and the lights came on, where she saw a strange... worm like thing laying dead on a gurney. She gasped as she saw the thing and took a step back, and gulped, but held firm. "B-But why would they come here, sir?" Brea asked curiously when there was a break in his words, listening intently as he explained everything. "And... keeping it a secret is going to be tough to say the least sir. But, I suppose that it's better than everyone getting out of control in a panic," she went on to say, not overly thrilled about the idea of truly eliminating any of the aliens, but even less thrilled about bringing them in for experimentation and stuff. Though, her home was... well, her home, and she would do anything to protect it.
the_taken: It is Doctor who replies. "As far as we can tell, the vast majority of visitors until recently were various scientists making observations about the planet and our development; biologists, ecologists, sociologists. We were protected by various laws by the major galactic powers until we could made contact with another species. That should have been peaceful contact with another civilization when we managed to develop FTL, however that species there has screwed that up. Despite being individually non-sentient and being incapable or adhering to interstellar law, they count as a trans-stellar civilization themselves, which has opened up the way for other, equally unfriendly civilisations to interact with us."
"Well, that's... just not fair. We don't get a single say in the matter?" Brea replied when the doctor finished up. "And also ma'am, what other kinds of... aliens, can we expect to meet in the meantime? I'm assuming that these aren't the only ones," she then asked.
the_taken: The Doctor merely grumbles, which lets the commander take over. "Our biggest issue is that we have to way to contact the Galactic Council. We lack the technology, and haven't detected any of the science observers nor a way to get their attention, so the Galaxy at large isn't aware of our plight. As for what factions are currently interested in us, well allow me to introduce our welcome guest, Mizrin." We gestures towards, the tiny person in a trenchcoat, who has removed his hat and sunglasses, revealing is now obviously inhuman features.
the_taken: Mizarin, obviouly not human from his lack of nose and large black oval eyes. His skin is a dark olive colour and unblemished. He has no hair on his round head, which is the same size of humans if the cranial dome takes up proportion of it. Even with his large head, he is not even three feet tall.
Brea nodded as the commander took over the explanation, watching as he gestured to another small person who was... not human. "S-So we do have allies then, sir? And, I suppose that one of our top priorities, is to try and get a hold of some of their gear, with which to use to contact the galactic council. Or... am I mistaken, sir?" Break asked curiously.
the_taken: The little green man merely cocks his head to the side. "Allies? Not a chance. My people's warriors will be visiting this planet to hone their combat skills against whatever other creature's decide to visit, as well as your own military and police forces. But overall, this world is not viable for a proper invasion." He points to the corpse, "It's those monsters you need to worry about most. To the more developed civilizations they are deadly nuisance, but manageable using orbital artillery and extermination droids. To a feral world they are an apocalypse, going straight to the galaxy's apex predator's stomach. To a planet like yours? Well, we've never found evidence of them meeting any pre-staller civilization, and we have most of the galaxy mapped. Perhaps you will fare well?"
"I see. So... where does that leave us then?" Brea replied, looking from the little alien to her commander with a curious look in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow. "It's obvious what you brought us all here to do commander. Though, if you don't mind me asking, sir, and I mean no disrespect. What is he doing here, if he's not helping, per se?" she went on to say, unsure really why the little alien man was there if he wasn't an ally.
the_taken: "Mizrin has agreed to help us communicate with extraterrestrials when we develop the communication technology, as well give us valuable tactical information on every species we encounter, including his own, in exchange for retrieving his equipment. Which brings me to my next point. There's another group that knows about the state of affairs our planet is facing, and they are not sanctioned by the UN or any of the world governments. What we do not about them is that they are involved with several weapon smuggling cartels and late third world warlords. I don't believe these are the kinds of people that should have access to more advanced.
the_taken: weaponry."
Brea nodded when the commander explained what Mizrin was there to help them with exactly. "I understand now sir, I apologize if I sounded rude or disrespectful before. I just, well... I don't like being left out of the loop is all," Brea replied, bowing her head a little in apology as he finished talking.
the_taken: roll 1d2
the_taken: The commander nods, "Understandably. I expect you all to understand that everything happens here or on your operations is considered classified to the highest order, but to share information freely between each other. Learn from-" a chirping beep from one of the terminals interrupts, and quickly everything changes. All the technicians spring to action and begin interacting with their consoles. "Scrambles the Erinyes. I want them them ready to go as soon as we have telemetry."
Brea was about to respond with a salute and a "Yes sir," when one of the terminals blinked on and interrupted the commander. "Um... I take it that we should go and get ready in the armory then, sir?" Brea asked curiously after he had told them to scramble the Erinyes.
the_taken: The commander shakes his head. "Not until we know what we are dealing-" only to be interrupted by Mizrin. "It's been spotted still above the atmosphere and you haven't lost track of it instantly, which means it isn't using stealth devices. Either the pilot wants your attention, doesn't care about stealth, or it is a Boorus flesh pod. If it enters the air slower than Mach 6 and is a coney blob shape, then it is a Boorus and will simply drop to the ground before you have any chance to intercept." The commander glances at Doctor Ingham, who nods, "The math checks out. We won't be able to intercept even if we spotted it five minutes ago and it was dropping right in our front yard."