Operation: Snowblind Options

[Henge]

Upon entering the command center of ATHQ, your world seems to be engulfed in a crimson hue from the Alert sirens. behind the primary terminal stand the Iron column of Apocalypse, Claymore. after everyone has arived the sirens drown into the background and the towering hucast speaks in an omniously digital voice.

Welcome Tribe. this is not a Drill. moments ago in the medibay Harbinger regained conciousness long enough to disclose a set of transporter Coordinates. these Coordinates also match the set discovered by Shinoba. Moreover photon activity at the site has increased more than 200% in the last two hours. I shall personaly lead a reconisance squad to the site via dropship to avoid transporter traces.

Our Primary objectives are:
- Maintain stealth during incertion and Extraction.
- Identification and neutralization of all hostile threats.
- Search the Facility mainframe for any relevant data.

Secondary Objectives being:
- Minimize non-hostile casualties.
- Investigation of the assault on Harbringer.

Volunteers?

[Bryn]

"Isn't this so exciting?!"

Rinn’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Bryn began to feel the strain of the past few hours drain away in the wake of Layrinn’s excitement.

“Why yes, I do suppose it is.” She answers with a genuine smile, and was mildly surprised to realize that it was true. It was exciting to leave the confines of HQ on a new mission. Regardless of the varied amusements that the vast ship they all resided on had to offer, she could never shake the feeling of being penned in after being in residence for a lengthy period of time.

Bryn noticed that Rinn’s glance repeatedly returned to a new armlett she was wearing, and on closer inspection she understood the significance.

“So you’ve decided to throw your lot in with us, have you?” She laughed softly before continuing. “Well I think the Tribe may have gotten the better part of the deal, but none the less, I am glad to have you with us.”

She returned her attention to the rapidly approaching planet, and gave a sudden gasp of dismay as she realized something terrible.

In the rush of preparation she had forgotten to pack her lucky red dress. She contemplated bringing the matter before Claymore, before quickly dismissing the idea entirely. A droid could never possibly understand the importance of a well put together wardrobe, and there was very little chance he would delay the mission to return for it. She sighed and decided she would just have to make do with the black.

How vexing.