Dark Worlds - IC
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:52 pm
The Game Room 30-8-13
Calgary Canada - Patrol Headquarters
(22:08:22) Keeper: Ooo... New plot... cool!
(22:12:09) arcanus: The patrols HQ differed greatly from the pomp and ceremony of Infinity's East and West coast skyscrapers, a large squat ferrocrete complex situated within acres of Canadian prairie and woodland, Black found himself in one of the many briefing rooms, clinically beige, accented with black glass surfaces and screens.
(22:14:59) (Black): Black stands at the back of the room with his back to the wall, his hands tucked behind him like a soldier standing at ease. Although he remains almost statue like his eyes, hidden as usual behind his dark glasses observe every detail of the room.
(22:18:19) arcanus: The door opens and a crisply dressed patrol officer rounded the table in a business like fashion, the door sliding quietly closed of its own violation. "Agent Black" he comments in greeting, immediately activating a screen behind him.
(22:23:36) (Black): Black remains motionless, nothing about his demeanor acknowledging the new arrival. (is there anyone else in the room?)
(22:28:41) arcanus: "I appreciate that your no nonsense agent, so we'll get straight to it, we have a Z World called Steel, World where Artificial Intelligence's have decimated mankind, think Terminator come true, we need you to retrieve a person of value (no one else in the room)
(22:33:02) (Black): Black's head tilts to one side slightly on hearing this. After a moment he moves over to the table to get a better look at both the screen and the person giving the briefing. "Who?"
(22:40:08) arcanus: The officers face remains stoic as he presses the touch screen, an image of teenage girl appears, beside a sturdily built man.
(22:42:23) arcanus: "This is Seran Atkins, the man with the beard is designated Celerus, an android turned from the Zoneminds, fiercly protective of his assumed charge"
(22:43:31) (Black): 8o
(22:44:25) arcanus: "Our interest - she's not native, an accidental traveler from a Quantum 7 world, the imperative, the Zoneminds cannot be allowed to learn of Trans-dimensional civilization and or Parachronic technologies
(22:44:32) arcanus: Muhahahaha
(22:47:05) (Black): "I see," Black says flatly. "How bad have the humans here been hit?" He commits the image to memory and begins thinking of the mission requirements.
(22:51:08) arcanus: "Less than one percent remain or 50 million scattered globally" he replies
(22:52:42) (Black): Blacks eyebrows flicker and he sighs. "How did we know of this girl? Do we have people on the ground there?"
(22:57:26) arcanus: "Yes, infiltrators within Resistance Cells, plus specific Special Ops or ISwat insertions, the latter picked up on rumors of an alien kid, rumours grew too numerous to be hearsay or fear, finally got some concrete intel in the form of a parachronic reading"
(23:00:05) (Black): "Alien?" Black querries. "An unusual choice of words, unless she arrived in a ship of some kind? Is there something which distinguishes her from the rest of the inhabitants?
(23:02:38) arcanus: "The locals choice of words, nothing physical, the intel we received indicated she'd been talking to people about being from another world, we're hoping that the only distinguishing thing about her is the parachronic readings, which we're hoping are undetectable to Steels inhabitants"
(23:06:18) (Black): Remaining silent for a while he stares at the image of the girl. Finally he turns his gaze on the unnamed officer. "I will make a few assumtions. Firstly, that based on your last collection of comments, time to acquire the subject is critical, and secondly that you have already identified both insertion and extraction points?"
(23:10:08) arcanus: "Correct, insertion is problematic, the Zoneminds are paranoid, however we have a safe route, embarking today, extraction will need to be traveled too but confirmed, as is limited local support, time is critical, the local Zonemind has expressed an interest in the rumours through patrols"
(23:14:12) (Black): "Equipment? I'd like EMP weaponry."
(23:14:47) arcanus: The officers eyes narrow "Agreed, however only what you can carry"
(23:14:59) arcanus: "Anything else?"
(23:16:59) (Black): A small smirk crosses his face as he thinks how surprised the officer would be if he knew how much he could carry! "No," is Black's definate reply
(23:20:51) arcanus: "Good, I understand that you can quickly commit large amounts of information to memory, please digest the intel on this datapad during your trip to Insertion, the duty officer will collect it from you on arrival, I'll ensure your weaponry is awaiting you, with that he salutes, opens the door where a patrolman is awaiting you.
(23:21:57) (Black): (is this before or after Collicos?)
(23:22:48) arcanus: I would say after Collicos, but prior to Raz/Etheria and Pheonix
(23:26:59) (Black): Black takes the pad, tucking it under his arm. As he follows the patrolman he removes his phone from his pocket, calling up an image of Inspector Wallace. He smiles briefly before turning it off and handing it to the man he is following. "please see that this is sent to my personal address." He then proceeds to read his way through the pad for the rest of his jourrney.
(23:30:54) arcanus: Your taken from the level and complex out across the grounds to the hangers and runways, boarding a militaristic looking scram jet. The bird is fitted to osprey configuration its wings and engines pivoted vertically to allow static takeoff, which within minutes of boarding it does just that, the roar of the engines consuming all other sound within the plane as it tilts into the sky, the wings slowly tilting to horizontal allowing it to assume normal flight pattern.
(23:35:03) arcanus: Gaining altitude the jet completes a tight turn and roars off to the East, starting its descent a mere 25 minutes later over an area of Canada pockmarked with lakes, standing upon a cross section of land is a somewhat antiquated base, the rocket standing at its launch platform considerably newer "Welcome to Fort Churchill, Manitoba" says the Patrolman, his first speech of the trip
(23:36:33) (Black): Black barely notices the world around him as he abosrobs himself in one he has yet to visit. there is a small flutter of nerves, and excitement. New worlds offer him yet another perspective. Finishing with the pad he places it on the seat next to him as he takes his first look out of the aircraft window.
(23:39:45) arcanus: The jets wings once again assume vertical position, its engines just above stall speed as it floats down to a landing pad, the noise over Black is escorted across the dusty concrete and into a building near the platform.
(23:40:50) (Black): He eyes the rocket suspisciously as he follows his escort.
(23:43:17) arcanus: Over the next few hour he is medically checked by an attractive female doctor in her forties, about halfway into the checks a man in a slim spacesuit enters and sits on a table, he watches the proceedings but say nothing until she's finished.
(23:44:35) arcanus: "Your good to go agent" smiles the doctor, before the spaceman stands and approaches "Lieutenant Colonel Barton, me an my crew'll be taking you up"
(23:46:07) (Black): Black sighs, wondering whatever happened to good old-fashioned conveyors! "Very well, Colonel. I'm ready."
Calgary Canada - Patrol Headquarters
(22:08:22) Keeper: Ooo... New plot... cool!
(22:12:09) arcanus: The patrols HQ differed greatly from the pomp and ceremony of Infinity's East and West coast skyscrapers, a large squat ferrocrete complex situated within acres of Canadian prairie and woodland, Black found himself in one of the many briefing rooms, clinically beige, accented with black glass surfaces and screens.
(22:14:59) (Black): Black stands at the back of the room with his back to the wall, his hands tucked behind him like a soldier standing at ease. Although he remains almost statue like his eyes, hidden as usual behind his dark glasses observe every detail of the room.
(22:18:19) arcanus: The door opens and a crisply dressed patrol officer rounded the table in a business like fashion, the door sliding quietly closed of its own violation. "Agent Black" he comments in greeting, immediately activating a screen behind him.
(22:23:36) (Black): Black remains motionless, nothing about his demeanor acknowledging the new arrival. (is there anyone else in the room?)
(22:28:41) arcanus: "I appreciate that your no nonsense agent, so we'll get straight to it, we have a Z World called Steel, World where Artificial Intelligence's have decimated mankind, think Terminator come true, we need you to retrieve a person of value (no one else in the room)
(22:33:02) (Black): Black's head tilts to one side slightly on hearing this. After a moment he moves over to the table to get a better look at both the screen and the person giving the briefing. "Who?"
(22:40:08) arcanus: The officers face remains stoic as he presses the touch screen, an image of teenage girl appears, beside a sturdily built man.
(22:42:23) arcanus: "This is Seran Atkins, the man with the beard is designated Celerus, an android turned from the Zoneminds, fiercly protective of his assumed charge"
(22:43:31) (Black): 8o
(22:44:25) arcanus: "Our interest - she's not native, an accidental traveler from a Quantum 7 world, the imperative, the Zoneminds cannot be allowed to learn of Trans-dimensional civilization and or Parachronic technologies
(22:44:32) arcanus: Muhahahaha
(22:47:05) (Black): "I see," Black says flatly. "How bad have the humans here been hit?" He commits the image to memory and begins thinking of the mission requirements.
(22:51:08) arcanus: "Less than one percent remain or 50 million scattered globally" he replies
(22:52:42) (Black): Blacks eyebrows flicker and he sighs. "How did we know of this girl? Do we have people on the ground there?"
(22:57:26) arcanus: "Yes, infiltrators within Resistance Cells, plus specific Special Ops or ISwat insertions, the latter picked up on rumors of an alien kid, rumours grew too numerous to be hearsay or fear, finally got some concrete intel in the form of a parachronic reading"
(23:00:05) (Black): "Alien?" Black querries. "An unusual choice of words, unless she arrived in a ship of some kind? Is there something which distinguishes her from the rest of the inhabitants?
(23:02:38) arcanus: "The locals choice of words, nothing physical, the intel we received indicated she'd been talking to people about being from another world, we're hoping that the only distinguishing thing about her is the parachronic readings, which we're hoping are undetectable to Steels inhabitants"
(23:06:18) (Black): Remaining silent for a while he stares at the image of the girl. Finally he turns his gaze on the unnamed officer. "I will make a few assumtions. Firstly, that based on your last collection of comments, time to acquire the subject is critical, and secondly that you have already identified both insertion and extraction points?"
(23:10:08) arcanus: "Correct, insertion is problematic, the Zoneminds are paranoid, however we have a safe route, embarking today, extraction will need to be traveled too but confirmed, as is limited local support, time is critical, the local Zonemind has expressed an interest in the rumours through patrols"
(23:14:12) (Black): "Equipment? I'd like EMP weaponry."
(23:14:47) arcanus: The officers eyes narrow "Agreed, however only what you can carry"
(23:14:59) arcanus: "Anything else?"
(23:16:59) (Black): A small smirk crosses his face as he thinks how surprised the officer would be if he knew how much he could carry! "No," is Black's definate reply
(23:20:51) arcanus: "Good, I understand that you can quickly commit large amounts of information to memory, please digest the intel on this datapad during your trip to Insertion, the duty officer will collect it from you on arrival, I'll ensure your weaponry is awaiting you, with that he salutes, opens the door where a patrolman is awaiting you.
(23:21:57) (Black): (is this before or after Collicos?)
(23:22:48) arcanus: I would say after Collicos, but prior to Raz/Etheria and Pheonix
(23:26:59) (Black): Black takes the pad, tucking it under his arm. As he follows the patrolman he removes his phone from his pocket, calling up an image of Inspector Wallace. He smiles briefly before turning it off and handing it to the man he is following. "please see that this is sent to my personal address." He then proceeds to read his way through the pad for the rest of his jourrney.
(23:30:54) arcanus: Your taken from the level and complex out across the grounds to the hangers and runways, boarding a militaristic looking scram jet. The bird is fitted to osprey configuration its wings and engines pivoted vertically to allow static takeoff, which within minutes of boarding it does just that, the roar of the engines consuming all other sound within the plane as it tilts into the sky, the wings slowly tilting to horizontal allowing it to assume normal flight pattern.
(23:35:03) arcanus: Gaining altitude the jet completes a tight turn and roars off to the East, starting its descent a mere 25 minutes later over an area of Canada pockmarked with lakes, standing upon a cross section of land is a somewhat antiquated base, the rocket standing at its launch platform considerably newer "Welcome to Fort Churchill, Manitoba" says the Patrolman, his first speech of the trip
(23:36:33) (Black): Black barely notices the world around him as he abosrobs himself in one he has yet to visit. there is a small flutter of nerves, and excitement. New worlds offer him yet another perspective. Finishing with the pad he places it on the seat next to him as he takes his first look out of the aircraft window.
(23:39:45) arcanus: The jets wings once again assume vertical position, its engines just above stall speed as it floats down to a landing pad, the noise over Black is escorted across the dusty concrete and into a building near the platform.
(23:40:50) (Black): He eyes the rocket suspisciously as he follows his escort.
(23:43:17) arcanus: Over the next few hour he is medically checked by an attractive female doctor in her forties, about halfway into the checks a man in a slim spacesuit enters and sits on a table, he watches the proceedings but say nothing until she's finished.
(23:44:35) arcanus: "Your good to go agent" smiles the doctor, before the spaceman stands and approaches "Lieutenant Colonel Barton, me an my crew'll be taking you up"
(23:46:07) (Black): Black sighs, wondering whatever happened to good old-fashioned conveyors! "Very well, Colonel. I'm ready."