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Post by BlackRaven on May 2, 2005 15:54:14 GMT
Black Raven smiled, as much from habit as from actually getting a response from one of these stiffs. He was beginning to think that agents weren't allowed personalities. Seriousness is not the same as boring John, they are more worried about not dying
"About 3 years, as detailed in the brief, I'm sure.." John flipped to his own Dossier "Hehe are they still writing that pseudoscience gobbldigook about me? I guess they still won't accept that spirits exist in the world."
He paused for a minute then continued.
"By the way, very nice getting Jameson so worked up. He is so much more fun to annoy then most of the stiffs around here. Most people around here seem to tiptoe around the man. Me, I've started a poll on when he has the massive coronary.. interested taking a spot?" John smiled politely. This guy seemed alright, and even friendly. He suspected they would probably be sent as recon together, and it would be nice if they could get along during that time.
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Post by white on May 2, 2005 18:47:07 GMT
Sophia noticed a couple of the agents’ appreciative glances in her direction, but typically for her, showed no reaction to them. She stowed her equipment so that she could sit comfortably, taking a window seat by the door.
Turning in her chair to take a look at the Ospreys other occupants, Sophia started to read through the files.
Pausing, she tried, and failed, to remember which agent had been introduced as Shrike. Clearing her throat, she asked, “Excuse me gentlemen, which one of you goes by the code name ‘Shrike’?” Her refined, formal, female voice sounded out of place on an air craft full of male soldiers and intelligence agents.
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Post by Silverback on May 3, 2005 9:31:10 GMT
Noticing that everyone had finally gotten settled into position in the vee-tol aircraft Shrike decided to take the opportunity to address the team and hand out the agents assignments. It felt good to be back in command of a military operation again after so many years. He could feel the adrenaline begin to build in anticipation of the task ahead.
Just as he clicked open the internal comm channel a feminine voice sounded out enquiring about himself. Holding a single hand up to silence her query his voice crackled out over the radio. His years of service with Spetsnaz left diplomacy and idle chit-chat about missions at a premium and he chose not to insult his fellow agents by running over the parameters yet again. If they'd not taken time to read through the dossiers then they would get themselves, and their team mates killed. Leo had chosen to presume that their level of professionalism should preclude such doubts.
"I'm Agent Shrike and I'll be the team leader for this mission." It must've seemed strange to the team of agents as Shrike made no effort to meet their gazes. It would be a pointless exercise for him anyway. "The team will be split into two groups for this mission. The first group will be responsible for surveying and infiltrating the area for the missing satellite and any defenders or rogue agents that may be in the area. Designated 'Shadow' they will be led by myself and both agents Onyx and Black Raven will accompany me."
Leo didn't wait for acknowledgement or queries from the group before he continued. "The second group, known as 'Anvil' will be responsible for combat and fire support once team 'Shadow' are in position and have signalled their readiness. This team will be led by Galahad, who's also second-in-command on this mission, and he will be supported by agents Vanguard and White."
Leo could hear the muttered whisperings of the agencies team and, before anyone could mention Icy Stars exclusion, he continued. "Agent Icy Star, your lack of field experience is something of a concern for me and I've found it difficult to decide on an assignment for you. I've decided that you'd probably be best in a support role, running the communications systems from the Osprey and keeping an eye on everyones locations and providing situation reports."
Shrike could almost detect the outburst of protest before it arrived. "We can't afford to babysit you on this mission. We'll have enough to worry about without keepipng an eye on you too." Momentarily pausing he finished his train of thought. "From your dossier it would also be too great a risk placing you on Anvil. If you insist on joining the mission it will have to be with Shadow. Any questions?"
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Post by Tomahawk on May 3, 2005 10:20:02 GMT
“Ok people, look alive!” Director Jameson’s voice echoed across the hangar bay, as he came strolling through the door, Agent Bobberts close behind.
“We’re running behind schedule here, and there’s a few things need updated.” He made his way to the Osprey’s side and tossed a small satchel inside.
“Here’s the latest intel we have on the situation there on the ground. Our Echelon intercept indicates that, as we’d already assumed, the CIA already have a team on the ground there. From the chatter we’ve picked up from their secure channels, it seems they encountered resistance of some sort, and Langley’s lost contact with their team entirely. A second team is already on the way- Strange Happenings Investigative Team Delta. Even pushing this thing full throttle, you’ll be getting there about five minutes behind them. All they seem to know is that the satellite has made planetfall- they don’t have any sort of fix on it’s location, nor do they know the frequency of it’s tracking beacon, which gives us a decisive edge in recovering the package first.”<br> “Some of our contacts off the coast of South Africa have reported spotting one of the Directorate’s Carrier Subs- leaving the coastline for deeper waters. If that’s the case, we can assume that one of the Directorate’s ‘Special’ forces strike teams is already on the way and in place.”<br> “At this moment, we have no reason to believe that there are any friendlies in the area- but that only accounts for Lesotho troops, not for civilians. Keep an eye out for Tribesmen and the like- we don’t need to turn this whole thing into an International incident if we can keep from it. I want zero friendly casualties here, people- if that means relocating people out of harms’ way, then so be it. We’re not after a body count- but if you meet resistance, use whatever force is necessary- only what’s necessary- to get the job done.”<br> “Word has already leaked to the press that the CIA has lost a team on a mission there- it’s only a matter of time before Reuters and the rest of the newsguys start showing up on the scene. Don’t give them anything to write home about. Understood?”<br> “Shrike, Galahad- you have the team. Bring these kids home in one piece. Now get this hunk of tin airborne!”<br> With the flick of a switch, the hydraulic ramp closes with an audible hiss, and the cabin begins the process of pressurizing to handle high-altitude flight. Overhead, a large section of the roof begins to descend, and then slides off to the side revealing blue skies and daylight above. The time for departure has come. Onyx checks around to make sure everyone is clear, and then fires up the engines. The rotors overhead leap to life, their hum audible even through the hull of the mighty- but as yet ‘unnamed’- XV22 Osprey. Looking out the window, the assembled team sees Director Jameson standing, arms crossed, seeing them off. Agent Bobberts, standing next to him, is being buffeted by a combination of downdraft, cigar smoke, and ash from the Cubano clenched between Jameson’s teeth. With a lurch, the Osprey takes flight, deftly maneuvering through the overhead exit and making its way into the skies above.
Immediately the control panel takes over, transmitting prerecorded “cover” information to the FAA, granting them clearance and all the other things necessary to fly over the city, freeing Onyx up to concentrate solely on piloting the craft through the maze of skyscrapers as he makes his way to the open sea, and then on to southern Africa.
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Post by Smartbomb on May 3, 2005 11:40:21 GMT
Jack Jones pulled his glasses off of his face and pressed his fingers harshly into the bridge of his nose. It hurt--a lot--but as he released his grip, tension in the muscles of his face seemed to melt away.
Galahad waited until the bird was airborne before he spoke. It was easier to let the others banter amongst themselves. As he returned his eyewear, he continued reading mission parameters, then began weighing the pros and cons of contacting media sources. Third party spin could be a powerful tool, he reasoned, and one useful in putting other conflicting forces at odds with one another.
In this line of work, he surmised, the light of day is lethal. Using the media spotlight to bewilder the opposing forces was not only a good idea, but it let his team skulk about in the shadows he controlled.
Galahad continued contemplating their agendas, but kept silent until Shrike began defining their mission plans.
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Post by Madclergy on May 4, 2005 21:18:11 GMT
Chuck looked around at the group of people, none seemd to have noticed the man whom was not in the conference, enter the plane.
"Hmm, I wonder if it is in my Dossier that I have a civilian outfit?" Chuck pulled out his PDA, with his silented voice close to the microphone he spoke to the computer telling it to bring up the team information. Surely enough the PDA brought his information, already he was insulted. Next to his occupation the agency had put "Techno Geek"
"I would rather Nerd, afterall I may not be human but hey I am not that freakish, if you take away the green skin, white eyes and premature baldness I might even look human..." Chuck mentally chuckled to himself as he flipped through the rest of the dossiers. It seemed two of his fellow "comrades" had technological equipment, agents Vanguard and White.
Quickly enough Chuck felt a rumble pass through his stomach as he continued to read the dossiers. Reaching inside his jacket he pulled out a bag of skittles, poured some into his hand and began chewing on them. Chuck gazed up over his PDA to look at agent White, he had been subconciously doing so ever since she got onto the transport.
In a less than firm but not quite shy voice Chuck spoke loud enough for the Agent to hear him over the noise caused by the Transport. "Hello, my name is Chuck. I see from your Dossier that yours is Sophia, I was just wondering if you might enjoy a few skittles"
Chuck in a friendly manner offered the bag of skittles to the woman in a gesture that suggested she take them.
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Post by Onyx on May 7, 2005 1:02:54 GMT
While paying attention to piloting the craft, David spares some thoughts to the current mission. Without seeming to acknowledge Shrike's words David recognizes and accepts the wisdom of splitting the team into two smaller more effective units. Recalling the information on his new team members, David begins to understand why the members of his team were chosen. Turning his thoughts back to piloting the craft, David thinks to himself This is a truly superb craft, with a little luck, and enough skill she will bring us and the members of the other teams back home safely.
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Post by white on May 7, 2005 9:54:36 GMT
Sophia was slightly taken aback by Chucks offer of the skittles. Feeling increasingly out of place, she still maintained her manners.
“Hello Chuck. Thank you, but I’m fine.” She’d heard the edge of nervousness in the man’s voice, and wanted to put him more at ease. “I hear your one of the agencies better scientists – It’s always refreshing to meet someone around here that actually has an education.”<br> Sophia paused for a moment, and dropped her voice, speaking so chuck alone could hear.
“And I wouldn’t be bothered by the agencies description of your role. Trust me, some of the other staff are just jealous of our abilities.” “ She added, remembering the incidents in the gym a week or so before.
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Post by white on May 7, 2005 9:58:37 GMT
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Post by BlackRaven on May 7, 2005 18:33:49 GMT
Black Raven slumped back hard in his seat, trying hard to stay awake. The plane was making him tired, but sleeping was risky on the plane. He had been known to sleep phase from time to time, and waking up in nothingness over a wrecked plane simply did not sound like a good way to end his first mission. Looking around, he noticed Sophia talking to a strange blonde man and referred to him as Chuck. Squinting he recognized the features. Why was he dressed like a beach bum.
"Ahh! Chuck, I recognize you now! I wondered if they hadn't stowed you with the gear to make repairs or something. " he smiled politely, and hoped a nice conversation would keep him awake. He also noticed a strange intensity around Chuck, which intrigued from such a mousy man.
"So how do you feel about Shrike leaving you on the ship? Personally if we are in hostile territory I would prefer to have someone who can understand all this tech you science types seem to rely on. " he sighed " Are you going to press for joining the stealth team? "
It was quite unlike John to be so chatty, but he continued anyway, for some reason he couldn't understand if you listened to the winds you would know...
John jabbed a thumb at Vanguard. "If you are the tech described in your dossier, why not study Vanguard's armor here. Its clumsy, invisibilty wise, but it would certainly help you get in good with Shrike."
He turned and smiled at Sophia "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but sometimes I just have to do what the spirits tell me."
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Post by Smartbomb on May 7, 2005 20:02:25 GMT
Galahad cracked his neck audibly, and then he removed his glasses, deftly pocketing them in his shirt pocket as he waited for the flight to reach altitude. After a bit of watching his new team, he stood, then stepped into Shrike's space.
Quietly, so as to not call anyone out, he stated, "Shrike. A word, please."
Just as quickly, he turned on his heels and headed for the back of the aircraft near the cargo hold.
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Post by Madclergy on May 8, 2005 12:19:57 GMT
Chuck nodded at being one of the better scientists, afterall he had been put on many of the top cases; but Chuck was sure there was someone in the agency smarter. Chuck was also very happy about her saying that she too was an intellectual, that was a good sign that he wasn't working with all brutish people.
Chuck sorta blushed as the women met his gaze and mentioned the incident in the gym, not one of his more graceful moments.
"Yea, that was an interesting day for me, to say the least" Chuck shot a polite smile at the woman in hopes of getting one in return.
"Well look on the bright side, she noticed you..."
Chuck trailed off in his mind on the thought but then heard a voice speaking to him from his left side.
Chuck chuckled a bit at the man's inquiries, and his observation of his blonde hair.
"Beach bum? What does my hair have to do with being a "beach bum"?"
"I am actually not too hurt about being left on the ship, I get to run your comms which right now seem an important part of the mission. It is well known that I have no field training and it would be to much of a risk to take me into the field."
Chuck paused a moment as the Man, "Black Raven" as Chuck had read on the pda, apologized to Sophia for his rudeness.
"At least he is polite, again proof that we are not all brutes...maybe brutes was just my first stereotype of the group? Maybe we will see."
Chuck thought about this for a moment, he had been eyeing the suit a bit; wondering mainly what its use was, but invisibility fit good with the moment.
"Actually I was going to ask to see his armor, I did not recognize the main components of the armor itself. If you say Invisibility is the trick I might be able to help in upgrading or maybe even provide the group with a bit more stealth, depending on what I have to work with" Chuck gave Vanguard a look of Inquisition, they had just met and he was already asking to inspect his armor; he hoped this was not to much to ask this early in an aquantence.
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Post by white on May 8, 2005 23:31:03 GMT
Sophia’s response to John sounded cold “Apology accepted, Blackraven, but perhaps you could tell the spirits that they need to learn some manners.”
Turning back to Chuck, she noticed him looking at Vanguard.
Turning in her seat so she could see him Sophia called out to Vanguard“Mr Thunder, would you be so kind as to join us?” , indicating a seat near herself and Chuck.
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Post by Vanguard on May 9, 2005 3:22:13 GMT
Kevin is slightly jarred and notably upset by the man sitting next to him and his words. The old I-Man costume was a somewhat cherished heirloom to him… and a sensitive spot conservation and criticism-wise.
“Clumsy? This suit has been a benchmark of translucent technology for half a century. It renders the wearer and whatever they are carrying not only completely invisible, but also resistant to virtually all forms of energy in the electromagnetic spectrum. Clumsy? I mean it does of course have the liability of subsequent particulate coating if the wearer is themselves off their guard, but even that lasts under 20 seconds before full translucence is reestablished.” [/b]
Leaning back roughly in his seat, it’s a little more than clear that Kevin is more than a little irritated, and probably speaking more defensively then he normally would.
“This puppy defies the basic laws of physics as most scientists know them… its not that bogus Predator holographic projection crap the military keeps trying to churn out… it’s the real deal.” [/b]
As Kevin tries to calm down a bit, he barely notices the tech-guy’s request to examine the suit personally. Last thing he needed was an official source of techie know-how confirming how out of date the suit was… like it mattered… it still got the job done. “Umm…”[/b]
Still, it wouldn’t do to seemingly distance himself from not only one but three teammates, though on the same token… neither of these two were on the Anvil group mission. It was a tough call, but the guys file did make him out to be professional enough… and the chick with the gloves seemed to know him too.
“Alright, just be careful. It’s older tech, but its quite complicated…”[/b]
Pressing a few key places on the suit, it unlocks from Kevin’s body and he carefully removes it… point out places of particular caution to his tech-minded teammate. Out of the armor, Kevin is wearing what can only be described as a “thin suit”… it almost looks as if he’s about to go scuba diving.
“Don’t mess with the power cells… they’re theta-particle reactors… you won’t blow us up or anything… but radiation poisoning would be a very real possibility. Also be careful with the accua… acc… the headband thingy in the helmet… it’s the link to the gauntlets… that’s what allows me to project the force barriers beyond my person and in varying sizes and shapes… without it… the gauntlets can only form force fields tactilely and form-fitting… around myself and whatever I touch directly.” [/b]
Once the armor and gloves are off, Kevin slowly removes the visor… with a bit of more whimsical and less “in-the-know” type expression on his face. He sits down next to Agent White as requested while waiting on Chuck to inspect whatever it was he wanted to inspect.
“I’ve never really been clear on how the visor works… multi-spectra… something or another… sometimes its like x-ray vision… other times its like UV… other times… its just weird is all I know. Basically if someone is trying to disguise or conceal something or someone… they’ll spot ‘em.” [/b]
Patiently waiting on the science-guy to finish examining his ancestors life’s achievement, Kevin can’t help but get an irritated scowl again… and suddenly he felt very much like the Director… something that made him even more irritated. Still, he couldn’t help but feel for the guy… after all… one clown can’t hate another for too long… its not in their nature.
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OOC: Didn’t notice white’s post until this one was almost done… tried to work her into it… but its loose… and it shows… sorry. Assume that Kevin is in fact chatting with her as much as with the others.
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Post by BlackRaven on May 9, 2005 10:57:58 GMT
John stared angrily at the woman for a moment teetering on the edge for yelling. Her attitude screamed at him, and her invitation to Vanguard made him even angrier. Damn, he was trying to be helpful and this white chick is irritated at a slight breach in protocol.
"Perhaps ,Agehya Yonega, if you stopped blocking your hearing with pretty trinkets and superficial airs, your ancestors would tell you themselves" John said through clenched teeth " and not require me as an interpreter. Everyone's ancestors speak to those with ears to listen. Surely even you have heard the voices of your forefathers speak to you at the edge of a dream, or in a time of quiet contemplation."
John turned to Vanguard and smiled "No offense to your armor Oginali but technology cannot match the spirits. While I don't follow all the talk to eltromagne-whatever, I do know that until today I had not met something that could sense me. Heat detectors, cameras, eyes... I am invisible to all of it. " he took a quick irritated look at Shrike in the front of the plane.
Watching Vanguard remove his armor he sat back, annoyed and irritated. He hadn't meant to insult Vanguard who seemed a nice enough man. He sometimes forgot how attached some people were to their possessions. What do I own that I wouldn't part with, he mused, dismissing all but perhaps the small bag around his neck, which he instinctively grabbed. Inside was a ring, too small for his finger, but just right for the finger of his mother. Thinking her name he closed his eyes and sang a quiet song under his breath to her spirit of the glories of the upcoming battle.
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