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11-30-2011, 02:15 PM
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11-30-2011, 02:27 PM
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"Still playing with potted plants, I see," Whinther said, standing unannounced behind her diminutive sister. It was intended as a joke of some kind, but the humour was lost in both fatigue and the pilot's normal icy demeanor.
__________________Sleep, the fickle bitch it was, had never come. Freya's mind was too busy with thoughts of Ellen, of the mission, of Heimdall, to allow slumber to enshroud her in its welcoming embrace. Instead, she found herself standing in front of her mirror and regarding the bags under her eyes. Sleep would be necessary before too long, but in this turbulent state, it would be fitful at best. She had decided to visit Ellen right away. The problem, then, was that she only had two outfits: a flight suit and a uniform. The fatigues provided by the Jormungandr seemed somehow too informal. Whinther instead decided to wear her uniform, but without the cap and with the top two buttons of her jacket undone. Freya caught herself in her efforts to look presentable to her sister and smirked at her own nerves. Ellen was unlike her; she wouldn't particularly care how Whinther was dressed. Freya had no illusions that it was she who was preoccupied with her presentation, not Ellen. And so, she had made her way along the halls of the Jormy, already quite familiar with its layout from a brief study of the floor plan. She had hesitated before entering the science lab and only once she arrived did she regret her slightly casual appearance, concerned how Heimdall would interpret it. It would hardly do to look anything less than utterly professional. Then again, with what she needed to tell Heimdall, likely he wouldn't give a second thought to her uniform. So, allowing Ellen and the private, Kalib, to finish speaking, Whinther had finally made her presence known, probably in the most startling way she could. Hardly propitious. It was not her intention to present herself in an adversarial fashion to Ellen, but, well... there you go. Things don't always go according to plan when dealing with siblings. "I thought you were applying for colonial duty or some such." Whinther carefully fingered the leaf of a flowering vegetable plant of some kind. Ellen had always had a green thumb. Inwardly, Whinther was glad, even proud, that her sister had maintained this discipline.
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#78
11-30-2011, 06:39 PM
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Ellen sat up with a start, very nearly knocked her holopad from her workstation, and spun to face her sister-- or at least her sister's chest. The tall lab stool did not entirely compensate for her reduced height. Whinther, Ellen started, ignoring her sister's initial comments, I didn't expect, I mean it's not time for your, er, nevermind. It's good to see you again. It's been too long. You look great. Of course Whinther looked great. She had always been particular about her appearance-- always setting trends with the way she styled her hair, the clothes she wore, clothes that were never as fashionable by the time Ellen had grown into them. Oh well, I don't suppose I'll have to worry about wearing her hand-me-downs anymore.
__________________Ellen reclined atop her stool, resting the small of her back against her workstation, and motioned for Whinther to take the empty stool from the adjacent workstation. We've got a lot to catch up on. Oh yeah, colonial service, with the Department of Agriculture-- I was, I mean, I did. I even got the mods for Kargas III. Ellen extended her legs to give her sister a better look at her largish feet, each topped with thick blonde hair. It's a pure agri-world, a lot like home, but with better soil. From what I understand, they wanted us to be small so we'd take up less space on the colony ship and eat less of the food we produced. Well, right before I was due to leave, I got word that I had been transferred to the Jormungandr. They, I mean the Department of Agriculture, offered to reverse the mods, but everybody knows it's not that simple-- it's a lot easier to modify a baseline human than to further modify them, or to reverse those mods. Ellen looked up at her sister to better make eye contact. I'm rambling, aren't I? Okay, I'll save my CCP stories for later. What about you? I didn't see you at the Jormy's launch. Mom, dad, and Kenzie will be so mad to know that they missed you. They do miss you. Kenzie is almost just like you, you know.
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12-01-2011, 06:01 PM
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"I wasn't aboard the Jormungandr when it launched," Whinther clarified, turning her attention from the plant and, for a moment, to Ellen.
__________________It was difficult to keep her gaze on her sister for too long; she had to look toward the corporal from the briefing. The end result probably looked like Whinther didn't want to see her sister and, to be fair, it was difficult to look at her in this... condition. Ellen seemed more or less at ease with her gene mods, perhaps she'd been like this long enough to acclimate. Whinther couldn't imagine ever getting used to it. "I'm a Star Runner. I only boarded a few hours ago, but I've been seconded to shipboard duties under Heimdall. I'm not... It's probably best I missed mom and Kenzie. Dad, too. When I left-- Maybe we should get together after my debrief with Heimdall. And after I get some rest. I've been up a little over seventy hours on stims and nutrient syrups; I could use a good stretch of rack time."
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#80
12-01-2011, 10:53 PM
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As the good military man that he was, Corporal Karth stood and listened to Cairn's instructions without a sound until the time came for him to speak. With only a few words to say, this one left the room almost as soon as he had entered it leaving the way open for Private Zathorn to enter. The private came into the room with what Cairn thought might have been a slight feeling of uneasiness but took no time to stand at attention like all his years of military drill had implanted in his daily manners. Looking across his desk to the private, Cairn tried to keep his mind focused. "I will make this very brief private." began Cairn as he turned his gaze on private Zathorn's face. "Like I told Corporal Karth, you will be charged with the security of the unit as well as other small tasks that will vary depending on the work at hand. You will be outfitted with a mapping device that will give us detailed information about our surroundings. Our work will send us to many different locations and there will be a danger factor to it and so you will be required to put your military drill into practice. I have no time to go into the details of what our work will be at this moment as I have more important work to do. If you have questions ask them now." finished Cairn staring down the private. It had taken little time but he wished to get these meetings out of his way. He needed to speak to Ellen now but he had work to do first and his chat with Ellen was already settled for 1700, it would have to wait then. He had work until then and more meetings including the other MacNamara of the unit. It would prove an interesting day to say the least.
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12-02-2011, 09:25 AM
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Ellen chewed her lower lip. I guess that's okay then-- because if you had been there, and you'd purposefully avoided them, well you know they'd all have been hurt. Ellen knew that Whinther hadn't left home under the best of circumstances; she wanted to tell her sister that their parents, even dad would have forgiven-- even forgotten-- whatever it was that had come between them. He even got over my mods quickly enough to see me off.
__________________Star Runner, huh? Ellen had learned about such space couriers during CCP, but as they were a relatively small and elite part of the AGC military machine, she had spent little (none, really) time learning their insignia. As for getting together, I think I have the last meeting with Heimdall, and a good bit more work to do. You should get some sleep when he's done with you, then we can meet up at the Dipper. We can talk over cards and non-alcoholic beverages. Non-alcoholic beverages. I so need to get to work on that still.
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#82
12-02-2011, 11:02 AM
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Pvt. Brant Asynjursen, Sapper
The tinted door of the holo-unit slides open with a faint sound as the glass rolls along its tracks. Brant glances out from side to side, recovering his sense of surroundings before stepping out and into his temporary quarters. Looks like they might not be so temporary after all, as it didn't seem like he'd be joining the regulars in their barracks. Got no issues with that, though he thought to himself. The semi-privacy of his quarters would be a big step up from having the constant distractions that come with everybody around him. He'd be able to get more done that way, between operations. And I can maybe find a place to start stockpiling...eh, that can wait for now.
__________________He had some time before he was expected to report to Dr. Heimdall down in Science, and he'd been told to see to his regular duties until that time. There wouldn't be much to do yet, he didn't think, except getting familiar with those he'd be working with. Maybe some light make-work or training, certainly none of the scheduled maintenance of equipment was likely to be due yet. Maybe it would be best to make sure, get an idea of what he'd have available to work with once deployed. Brant nodded to himself, satisfied that should fill the requirement of 'attend to regular duties'. So with a nod to his suite-mate, who'd apparently returned while Brant was in the meeting, he left his quarters and wandered toward...hmm, supply first or armory? Maybe I should go check what vehicles are available... ------------------------------------------------ Later-On ---------------------------------------------------- Brant checked the time, and nodded to himself. He'd manage to get to the science labs with time to spare before 1100. He packed up the equipment he'd been inspecting, returning it to its position in supply, and waved to the tech on duty as he left. He strode the Jormungandr's halls with a steady gait, unhurried. Really he wasn't sure what the 'good' Doctor might want to go over already. He'd pretty much outlined their goals and expectations earlier. Day to day operations for him would likely be handled by Cpl. Karth, probably with additional training to familiarize the team members. Dr. Heimdall had pretty much ordered that, in fact. As a Sapper, he knew he'd be expected to maintain proficiency in his own skills. So what, he wondered does Doc want to speak with me about? Should be cut and dry... Arriving in the science section, Brant asked one of the science personnel which office was Dr. Heimdall's. He couldn't help noticing the grimace on the mans face as he pointed the way, and Brant couldn't help a quick laugh as he thanked him. It didn't look like Dr. Heimdall was any better loved here, either. Brant posted himself to the door's side, intending to wait until the Doctor's current meeting finished. Then he realized he didn't know if the Doctor had already concluded, and it'd probably upset the man if he ended up waiting here all day. So Brant stepped up to the office doors and knocked sharply twice before waiting next to the doors in the 'at-ease' position.
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#83
12-05-2011, 12:21 AM
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The morning meetings had went well. Neither were long, and neither ended with much fuss. Cairn worked on his computer for the remainder of the time before a sharp knock was heard on his door. looking at the time, Cairn realized it was already close to the time he had asked Private Asynjursen to meet him. This one was a bit different then the others. He tended to be more on the aloof side so to speak. Cairn had'nt seen him standing at attention once since he had first met him, and the sight of the private standing at ease on the other side of the door when Cairn opened it came at no surprise. Waving the Private in, Cairn quickly shut the door and moved back to his computer. Staring down at the sapper, Cairn could not help but wonder.
__________________"You're early, but its all the better. You and I have much to discuss." began Cairn as he inter-crossed his fingers placing his elbows on the desk. "you my young friend are here for a very simple a specific purpose. As Sapper, your duties include hacking, engineering and any and all other mechanical and technical tasks. As part of this unit you will be the sole person charged with these duties. I must warn you now that I want all the equipment taken care of with utmost care and detail and will accept no excuses for any mishap cause by shoddy repair or poor maintenance. I hope i''m being very clear on this as most of our operations will require your hand. Also, if and when we encounter derelict technology, you will be my right hand in all work attached to said technology, and we 'will' meet some out dated technology once we board the Jotunn. Am I understood?" closed Cairn as he stared at the sapper with an intent gaze.
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12-08-2011, 08:20 AM
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‘’Ah President Gaunt! I wondered whether I’d find you indisposed in this late hour. After all, with the readiness you displayed when we resolved the matter of Mr Mills, I almost thought that you’d given up on the others already. Yet here you are, and so, I must assume that the fate of the rest of those you sent on that foolish little venture still matters to you. ’’ Annoyed and guessing all too well what Kozlov was implying, President Gaunt answered tiredly ‘’Enough of your games general. We’ve more than met your demands and I will not be the puppet dangling on the end of the threads you weave. Whatever you are planning is not my concern, I just wanted...’’ Kozlov grinned widely and his face up on the S.I.I.D displayed too many crooked teeth, through them Kozlov hissed, interrupting the GIN president. ‘’..You just wanted to assure full coverage of whatever the Jormungandr would find, which I don’t blame you for, it would have been quite the story. Unfortunately however, to do so you secretly conspired with a certain confederate officer, Lieutenant Commander Lohkar. I’d hoped you’d have spared me further need to remind you that by doing so, the GIN directly violated it’s right to operate within United Sol Space. The GIN’s terms of operation within our borders did not allow you to secretly conspire with a member of an opposing government, this, in a matter with extreme implications to Sol Space’s security. The claim that Lt. Commander Lohkar was acting of his own initiative is irrelevant to me. What is relevant to –you- however, is that should you chose not to cooperate, not only will a GIN never set foot in sol space again, we’ll blow the whole affair with Lohkar wide open...I trust you have foresight enough to see that the AGC will not be too happy to learn this. Being prohibited to enter Sol space, you’ll next lose your right to operate within the confederate space. The GIN will be reduced to naught and nothing will stop your present competitors as they take over your media empire.’’
__________________Shrugging off Kozlov's threats by draining his glass of scotch, President Gaunt moved to the open bottle he had placed near by and filled his glass anew. Despite the multiple gulps he'd knocked back, Gaunt's wit hadn't lessened and reading through the words Kozlov had just spoken, the president finally answered ''You threaten to expose us to the confederates, yet, had they truly gotten their hands on the others who escaped, the matter would already be public. General, I suspect that this is your way of telling me, that somehow, you managed to capture the rest of the Hag's crew before they reached AGC space?'' Kozlov's smile broadened even more, confirming to President Gaunt that his guess had been right. Despite this, Kozlov wouldn't answer directly, instead saying ''The unfortunate end that befell Mr Mills needs not apply to all of them. Truth be told, we feel that should things develop in a manner unfavorable to us, what they know could greatly harm the plans we've now set in motion, such as was the case with Mr Mills. But if it is problematic to us, it would be undeniably fatal to you. For now, we'll keep them as added insurance, which, I'm sure, you'll understand. Needless to say Mr President, you may be at ease for the time being, we have things well under our control.''. A hurt grin stretched the President's traits at the irony of Kozlov's words and for the first time, Gaunt's eyes drifted away from the S.I.I.D an into the bottom of his glass of scotch and as they did, Kozlov's face faded away from the screen. * * * The sim stopped just as both starfighters collided with one another, this, caused by Connor having lost control of his craft. In an instant, the entirety of the pilot’s surroundings faded away, as though an incorporeal shroud which had been lifted by a phantom wind. At first, the cockpit’s instrument lights merely stopped blinking, then, the instruments themselved would vanish, quickly followed by the whole of the cockpit. This whole transition proving nearly seemless to him, Connor now stood in undefined holospace and all around him was a void of seemingly infinite nothingness. The sim, he might guess, was probably reloading and it would take a few seconds for it to kick in again. As he waited, suddenly the pilot would hear Codswell’s voice, who, doing his best to hide his disappointment, would say… ‘’Don’t worry bout it …The recalibrations we did on the Bryntöll’s thrusters must of thrown off your timing. We’re going again and starting from scratch, standby for re-initialization…and this time, mind the power couplings as you initiate the docking!’’A few more seconds passed while Connor awaited for the sim to start again, though once it did, the familiar surroundings of the holospace launch pad greated him anew. The Freyr sat on the rail catapult again and in a few seconds, he and the Freyr would be launched into sim space, just as had occurred but a few moments passed… …40 seconds later, Connor had the Bryntöll on his six once again and it was coming in fast. His previous failure already forgotten, the test pilot would now get a second chance at pulling off the docking maneuvre that would get Freyr, Freya, the Bryntöll and thus, the Vanaheim, approved for field testing. Yet again, the Bryntöll Jettisoned it’s launch thrusters and decelerated and after a few seconds, both tracking lasers lit up… Last edited by Wretch; 12-09-2011 at 07:32 PM.
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12-08-2011, 04:41 PM
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"Yeah."
__________________Whinther nodded somewhat absently at Ellen's suggestion. The invitation to play cards and drink seemed somewhat... banal. But it also seemed refreshingly honest. "Yeah, that sounds fine. Sorry. I don't mean to sound dismissive, Elly, I'm just... It's been a long, strange trip for me to get here. In more ways than one. I'd like to talk. Tonight. 1930. Let's get together for supper." Great. That sounded a bit imperious, Whinther thought. Perhaps ordering Ellen to join her lacked Ellen's more casual social grace, but Whinther's invitation was nonetheless sincere. Already here, despite her better judgment, and unable to sleep, Whinther decided she would see Heimdall after his meeting with the pounders was over. She was certain that he wouldn't mind, at least not once he had heard the matters she needed to discuss with him. Appearances of insubordinate behaviour would be quickly put aside, she reasoned. "It's good to see you again," Whinther pronounced, somewhat coolly, "I look forward to our appointment." Whinther, foot fully inserted into her mouth, nodded to her sister before leaving to knock on Heimdall's door.
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12-09-2011, 05:09 PM
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Ellen watched her sister disappear toward Heimdall's office. She scratched her head, trying to figure out if she had just been given an order. And even if it wasn't an order, who ever heard of making an appointment to have dinner with her own sister? Ellen shook her head and refocused on her work. So much to do with Hydrastis 'come Aconitum before I can even think about getting it into a seed casing, then there's the mission report to finish, and Heimdall is almost certainly going to have more work for me. I'll be lucky if I make it to dinner or the card game.
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12-09-2011, 09:03 PM
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Connor stands in the empty void of holospace, muttering under his breath, "Stupid…stupid…stupid." He begins to pace anxiously, looking down at his feet and shaking his head, 'What are you doing, that was delta sierra…steady your hand, idiot. It’s simple…just throttle back and line up the dots…I could do this in my sleep.'
__________________Connor then hears Codswell voice, 'Calibration…,' he thinks as he waves and nods to the voice in the blackness. He then calls back, "I’ve got this, I’ve got this. It may take me a time or two to get comfortable, but I’ve got this." The simulation finishes its initialization and Connor finds himself sitting in the cockpit again. He quickly commences with the power up sequence and after the flight control system boots-up, Connor scrolls through the panel displays, "Sensors…check, Targeting Systems…Check., Ordinances…check, Damage Control…check, COM…check. Prototype 43H-53 Freyr to launch control, all systems go…request permission for engine ignition." After a moment, over his COM link, Connor hears, "Launch control to Freyer…all systems clear for engine ignition…authorization code Alpha Charlie One One." At this Connor taps the engine ignition button on the touch screen just above the throttle on the left side of the cockpit. When the screen switches to authorization, he quickly enters A…C…1…1. The cockpit shakes briefly as the aft thrusters ignite then settles down to calm hum. "Freyr to launch control…aft thrusters engaged, induction engines powered…request permission for launch," Connor calls through his COM. Connor hears over his headset, "Launch control to Freya…ignition systems check…you are go for launch. T minus 10 for slingshot…5…4…3…2…1. We are green for slingshot." Then suddenly Connor is sucked into his seat as his spacecraft is propelled along the simulated launch rail catapult out into sim space. With the launch Connor sets his frustrations aside and focuses on the task at hand, 'Relax…breathe…focus' He pitches up hard on the controls, letting the force of the climb help clear his mind. Connor levels out and then returns to docking altitude, checking his bearing to verify he is on the correct trajectory. The Freya, pulls up alongside Connor’s port wing and an electronic voice comes over his headset, "Prototype model 43H-53, beta build, sister unit Freya... Speed lock matched. Bearing confirmed. Docking status: Green. Freya unit ready...Bryntröll module detected, inbound, distance 1000 meters... Freyr, please acknowledge..." "Rodger Freya…switching to docking computers," Connor responds as he toggles control buttons until the docking display appears in his HUD. He begins to make slight adjustments to his joystick, attempting to align the crosshair inside the reticule. The joystick seems tighter than before, not responding as quickly to his adjustments. Connor calls out over his headset, "There’s something up with the controls, they’re really stiff. I can’t tweak’um." After fighting with the controls, Connor finally gets the crosshairs aligned. "Freya, this is Freyr…throttling back to approach speed," he commands as he pulls gently back on the throttle. The range indicator begins to rise along the range marker line. As the range indicator nears the mid-line, Connor commands, "Freya, this is Freyr…throttle up to docking speed." Connor slides the throttle up to match the speed of the docking module as he sees it approach between the two starcraft. But as he throttles up the Freyr begins to drift off heading, moving towards the Freya on his port, "Warning…beyond docking parameters…tracking lasers misaligned…adjust trajectory." sounds in his headset. Connor attempts to compensate for the drift, adjusting the joystick while the module continues to approach. Suddenly, the sluggishness of the joystick disappears, causing his movement to be exaggerated. The Freyr jolts to starboard as "Warning…beyond docking parameters… tracking lasers misaligned…adjust trajectory," rings in his ears. Before Connor can stabilized the Freyr the module shoots past the starship. He can see the glowing red tracking lasers power down as the monotone, female voice repeats, "Docking window missed…Simulation Abort…Simulation Abort." Again, the simulation screen flashes then everything goes black. Connor slams down on the sim controls, "Son of a…. These damn cont…" he cuts himself off before he can finish uttering an excuse, 'Relax…play it cool…No excuses.' "Whew…this thing is tougher than I thought. I guess that Bryntöll module is like a woman…I need to wine and dine it before it’s gonna let me “dock”. I lost the bubble on that one, at least I didn’t prang." Connor chuckles as he is standing in the darkness of holospace. Inside he’s not quite so jovial, 'I’m not going to let this beat me…I’m a damn good pilot…I’m better than this.'
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12-09-2011, 10:31 PM
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The meeting with Sapper Asynjursen had already been done for some time and Cairn had the opportunity to work some more before a knock came to his door again. Seeing as it was still not exactly the time for Lt. MacNamara, Cairn expected to see Ellen with news of the plants he had asked her for some days ago. Not wanting to wast any time with this impromptu meeting, Cairn simply answered. "Come in." said Cairn. Seconds later he was staring up at the cold demeanor of the Lieutenant as she entered the office with her stern military steps.
__________________Looking back at the lieutenant, Cairn could only imagine the family links between her and Ellen. He could only somewhat stand in wonder of the greatness of genetics. Bringing his mind back into focus Cairn, again, took no time to in bring the matters to the table. "You're early Lieutenant. I must admit though that I was quite interested in hearing what you have to tell me. Now please, go on." said Cairn before he let his hands come together on his desk, waiting for the lieutenant to get into the details of their meeting.
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12-10-2011, 03:23 PM
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"Good afternoon, doctor," Whinther replies, approaching the scientist's desk. She produces a data key and hands it to Heimdall. "I think it would be best if I introduce myself properly."
__________________Whinther sits in the chair across from Cairn and crosses her legs, steeples her hands. Her cool demeanor seems somewhat aggressive at this point, though not off-putting. "Lt. Whinther MacNamara, AGC Star Runner, deployed from the AGCS Fenris on a mission to deliver updated stellar storm activity reports to the AGCS Jormungandr, subsequently seconded to active duty there aboard. This is my cover, and you will be expected to maintain it. Understand that you are hereby sworn to secrecy and failing to maintain it will leave you subject to prosecution for violation of state security. I am Lt. Whinther MacNamara, Intelligence OperationsIntelOps agent for AGC Security and Intelligence ServiceAGCSIS. My actual mission was to intercept with a probe that was recently discovered in unregulated space. Intel telemetry determined it was from the Jotunn. This key will give you access to the encrypted data that I retrieved before destroying the probe. It has been secured for private access, restricted to solely you and me. In day-to-day operations in your unit, I will function as your subordinate; nothing changes. With regards to the data from the probe, you will submit written reports to me. Please understand that I am no scientist: these reports will be relayed to IntelOps Tactical Analytics where teams of people far smarter than I will determine what to do with it. The only instance in which I'll need, quite frankly, the kid's version, will be if the data reveals anything which will be tactically advantageous to either your or the Jormungandr's mission. Do you have any questions for me?"
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12-10-2011, 06:13 PM
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Cairn was left somewhat aback by the statement. A probe from the Jotunn? Really?! This was unexpected in the best of ways. Cairn had a glimmer in his eye. This could break things down into such easily manageable pieces that when they reached the Jotunn everything would go that much smoother. Cairn was definitely interested. "As for introductions, I'm sorry to say I couldn't care less who you work for or where you come from. As for your 'cover', please stand reassured. I've been working under Red security clearance all my professional life. Not a single word will ever be spoken unless its directed to you." began Cairn as he quickly stepped up and moved to Lieutenant MacNamara. "Now if you don't mind, this information you brought is more interesting then anything I might possibly have to ask you, those questions will wait until a later time. I'll get to work on this immediately, there is no time to waste. I'll give you back the opportunity right now to ask any questions you might have. Please be brief I have much to do and little time to do it." continued Cairn. His demeanor was different from his usual aloof and uncaring stance. This information was the biggest find yet. This would put a small dent in his own research, but it would give Ellen more time to work on the specimens he had asked her. Looking quickly at the time, Cairn realized he would have little time to work on this before Ellen came to meet him. But all of this was unimportant, trivial details in a new and extraordinary research. This probe would be quite the project.
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