Operation: Snowblind |
Operation: Snowblind |
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![]() OpSec ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dark Templar Posts: 1324 Joined: 13-December 02 From: Roseburg, OR Member No.: 2 ![]() |
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? |
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![]() Grand Armor ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Associates Posts: 534 Joined: 12-January 03 Member No.: 15 ![]() |
Layrinn laughs and smiles at Harbinger.
"Aww, it's not that cold... and the snow matches my outfit! Besides... if I get cold, I bet Bryn has room for me in those robes of hers." Rinn winks at her human friends and bounds off to fall in line behind Claymore... grabbing a coat along the way, anyways... and leaving Harb bewildered and wondering if there is any limit to her enthusiasm. As she reaches the airlock, Rinn sqeals "Whee-hoo!" and jumps out into the storm, sinking several inches into the snow. The wind catches her hair, sending it streaming out behind her as she makes her way over to where Claymore is waiting. She quickly inspects her weapons, her custom engraved Twin and a suppressed gun, one last time as the others disembark. |
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