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VOLUNTEER MISSIONS TO THE UE

Date & Time: Sept 17th - Sept 19th
Location: Where ever the mission is set!
Characters: Anyone involved.
Summary: After the final wave of kidnappings on the 15th, the Initiative sends out a few teams to run hasty missions to weaken the Holding Compound, in preparation for the rescue. Info and team plotting here!
Warnings: Possible violence, let a mod know if it needs any warnings in particular.

The call for volunteers has gone out via the tablets, and a frazzled few Initiative workers lined up the first of those to show to send them immediately on their way.

Team #1 is instructed to reprogram the door codes. "It can be anything, it can be your Grandma's maiden name or your favorite candy, just — for God's sake, write it down somewhere and get it to us when you're done. We need to know the codes." They're teleported into a facility devoid of prisoners, but running at full research steam nonetheless. This team will also discover the power nulls and alarm triggers, and report their presence back in Exsilium. This mission should last no longer than 5 hours.

Team #2 is told to plant an Initiative-provided killswitch in the power grid, during the Compound's final days of construction. None of the workers should be killed. This mission should last no longer than 6 hours.

Team #3 is sent on a steelworking expedition, and must add phosphorus to a mixture of steel to make it brittle. Factory worker death is not recommended, but if it's unavoidable, will be found acceptable. This mission should last no longer than 4 hours.

Team #4 is sent to steal the finalized blueprints of the Holding Compound. Killing should be avoided. This mission should last no longer than 2 hours.

Team #5 must overheat a warehouse, warping the materials inside, and alter a shipping list. Worker death will be seen as an acceptable loss if necessary. This mission should last no longer than 4 hours.

Team #6 visits the Compound on the morning of the arrival of the scientists and soldiers, due to a miscalculation. The original goal was to arrive the night before, but there's no going back now. They must download copies of the sewage and air duct systems. This mission should last no longer than 6 hours.

Team #7 is responsible for literally building in a backdoor to the Compound; they will be visiting the construction site and night and adding false walls, secret doors, and covert hallways. This mission could take anywhere from a week, to two months, depending on skill and progress.

Need to radio back questions to an Initiative operator for specific instruction? Advice? General cursing? There's an operator standing by to take these calls, but use your tablets wisely. The drain on battery life through time is immense, and each group will only have enough juice for 3 conversations with the Initiative operator.

Good luck, and Godspeed.

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Plot Thread here.

Sarah Kerrigan
Haruto Souma
Raiden
Peeta
Chrysos Kineas

Feel free to arrange threads off of this comment however you'd like! Everyone in one thread, or pairing off, or even different threads depending on point of the missions. It's up to you!

As with many others, Chrysos had reported to the Hold within the hour of the Initiative's call to arms (such as it was), and in the rush of briefings and assignments given and the hustling towards the transporters, there had been barely enough time to take note of objectives, let alone introductions. Names and faces, he had that much. It didn't help that his mind kept wandering to the night of the UE raid, and more than once, to his consternation, he snapped out of a reverie to find his fingers feeling at the still-dark bruises at his throat, where a black-suited hand had left its mark.

That close to death. It still hadn't quite sunk in. (He couldn't let in sink in; there was still work to do.)

With the efficiency of the Initiative, it wasn't long before he found himself in the silence of a deserted compound, surrounded by part-laid walls and groundwork and piles of building materials. Standing floodlights the only source of artificial light for miles around, it seemed, and the night sky dark overhead.

He turned to the others with him, took a moment to size them up properly. ...a second moment longer at Raiden, then away, trying not to stare.

"The area needs to be scouted." Speaking grated in his throat, still, sounded hoarse to his ears. "Where the workers reside, the material warehouses, the general layout of the facility... we have no blueprints, so we'll have to make out own, if we're to modify them usefully."

Peeta's leg is still sore from the party. He's rubbing it until Chrysos speaks up. He stares at the dark marks across his throat for a bit before remembering himself and listening to Chrysos. He's intimidated by the others, he has to admit. He's quiet for a moment before getting up the courage to speak up.

"Yeah. That's a good idea. I can draw the blueprints if people will help me with dimensions and coming up with the changes. If... you want..."

He drops off, still intimidated, and looks at his boots. He's good at drawing and good at talking to people, but it's hard to feel comfortable talking with such intimidating strangers.

Haruto hums, already looking around. He's unharmed from the UE's assault, and, more importantly, his powers are back. He begins rooting around his pockets for a ring. "If we can figure out where they keep them, I can get you a copy to replicate," he says, directing it clearly at Peeta. "As long as we put it back before anyone figures out it's gone, it should be fine."

He slides on a ring and passes it over his belt buckle--the resulting Garuda, please! is jarring in the relative silence of the facility, and he winces before he slides the ring into the slot on the mechanical bird the spell had summoned. "Gonna have to be careful about that," he comments, "but I can run a patrol with these guys."

He's not much for construction, but he's good at patrols.

Chrys folds his arms as Peeta speaks up, nodding as he trails off. His nervousness isn't hard to notice. "We'll work at the blueprints." Gruffly spoken, but a modest (poor) attempt at being reassuring, anyway. "I've training in that, though masonry isn't my field. Leave the calculations to me."

At Haruto, watching him as he checks his pockets: "We're not like to find the existing blueprints easily; they'll be under heavy guard. Neither is it our assignment to--"

And the rest of his words cut off abruptly as Haruto yells (yells, for crying out loud) some bizarre invocation and where the heck did that automaton come from--- no, wait, more importantly:

Chrys drops his hands and ~~storms up to~~ walks up to Haruto, with a glare and a low growl. "What in the name of--- what was that."

Don't blame him for the singing magic belt, Chrysos, he didn't ask for it to be so loud. He blinks as he gets a scowl, and reaches back into his pocket for another ring--inset with a yellow stone, this time.

"It's a PlaMonster," he says, "one of my magical familiars."

He slides on the ring. "Watch," he says, and passes it over the buckle. The belt sings Kraken, please!, this time, and he slots the ping's circular base into a hole on the top of the head of the little octopus.

The octopus spins in a circle, legs spread, and drifts toward Chrysos, to say hello.

"I've done recon before." Countless times, actually. Usually, said reconnaissance was followed up with a swift assassination, but these guys didn't need to know that much. "Shouldn't be too difficult, just let me know how long you need and I'll get it done." It sounded awfully simple, but that was because Kerrigan knew she could carry out the mission.

All the experience as a Ghost would come in handy. Oh, and being able to turn invisible would help.

Recon. Short for reconnaissance; soldier's shorthand of a loan word from a language not of his world. (Never thought it'd be something to grow used to.)

Chrysos nods in acknowledgement, trying to shake off the brief wandering thought. Focus.

"If we put in about six hours a night, we should be moving at a decent pace." More thinking out loud than directly addressing her. "At least one person, if not two, on watch at any given time throughout the night, starting with a full sweep of the area at first arrival in the evening. We should ensure the place is deserted before commencing work."

He glances to one side of the compound that they can see, then the other, frowning. Was this place even really securely clear, right now...?

"I've got some experience getting in and out places undetected, so I can sweep through the area as often as we need. Used to be a sniper, too." If it sounded like Kerrigan had a good deal of military experience under her belt, it was because she did. There was no other way to put it.

"Getting a head count is gonna be important. We need to make sure we know exactly how many people we're dealing with and keep surprises down to a minimum." Surprises introduced the unknown, which had no place in a mission like this.

Raiden noticed the lingering gaze but it did not bother him. People were always trying not to stare.

He stood with his clawed hands on his hips, a stance that was almost comical, but more comfortable for him than trying to fold his arms over his chest. Casual body language was not something he'd fully gotten used to.

"Copy that. I've done recon ops before. So leave it to me."

A pause, then he glanced towards Kerrigan.

"Or, to us, I guess..."

They've managed to divide the work, for the most part, in a way that puts everyone's talents to use, though not without a few hitches here and there. The days pass and settle into something of an established routine; the daylight is spent staying concealed further in the outlands, resting and recuperating. Two hours past sundown marks initial recon, making sure that the site's clear of all personnel before the rest of the team moves in; and the rest of the night is a muffled flurry of activity, planning and shaping and modifying and adding to the complex, with someone always on duty to keep an eye out over the area.

It's a lot of time to spend in the company of strangers without at least few conversations, here and there.

(( OOC: Feel free to start off your own independent threads from here! One-on-one time with other members of the team, etc. ))

I.

Chrys spends the daylight sleeping for the most part, in the rudimentary tent provided by the Initiative among their supplies; what time that isn't spent unconscious is taken up with a can of rations set beside hand-drawn sketches and schematics for parts they might need, ideas for little tricks to build into their work. Gears and pistons and mechanical operations are his forte, not construction, but he's been trained enough in the basics of it that he can measure and calculate and see what might work, and what might not.

He's not usually a talkative type, save when it comes to discussing what they're doing, but he'll look up from the papers in front of him nonetheless at the approach of another, quiet and curious.

II.

Part of it is the tension of just being in the compound itself, the constant awareness of the need to be careful, to look out, to be quiet. All in all he's a little more tetchy come nightfall, when the real manual labor starts. The bulk of heavy lifting and cutting is best left to the far more capable others, but he hangs around nonetheless to keep an eye on the work, make sure it's exactly as outlined. Maybe even add a blunt comment about that board that looks an inch or two short, now and again.

Several days of the job passes surprisingly smoothly. Maybe, just maybe, they'll get it finished as planned, make the call to their operator, and head on home.

But it's late one night-- three in the morning, or so, to anyone with either a chronometer or an uncanny time sense-- that there's one body more than there should be, entering the grounds of the compound.

"Heads up. We've got a situation here." Of course it was too easy. Why wouldn't it be? "One more than we accounted for." Kerrigan said, spotting the unwanted guest.

"Whatever we decide to do with him, we better make it quick."

Raiden was already lifting his sword when the figure came into range of his combat visor. Maybe attack was not the wisest course of action here, but it was the first thought that came to him. It usually was.

"Yeah, and quiet. Where there's one there's probably more."

"Works for me." Quiet and fast was typically the way to go with these kind of operations. Kerrigan had her rifle armed and ready to go. Like she had done countless times before, she was prepared to take the shot if that's what it took.

"Any ideas? Clock's ticking."

Raiden did not look at Kerrigan when he spoke, instead keeping his gaze focused forward.

"Yeah. I'll deal with 'im."

As he said this he drew his knee up against his stomach, readying to dash ahead.

"Stealth is my specialty."

"Woah," Haruto says, quietly, rising to his feet from several feet away. "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

That concept doesn't sit well with him at all. He slides his hand into his jacket pocket.

"You have a better idea? We're here to do a job, and this guy isn't exactly going to make it any easier on us."

Her eyes go back to the target.

"We can be quick about it. Make sure doesn't feel a thing, or have time to call for help."

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VOLUNTEER MISSIONS TO THE UE

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