List: well your not going to like what I have to say.
Osman: OK spill it out
List: Hannah Malick. Name sound familiar?
Osman: Gidion Malicks daughter current head of goathite
List: correct. She has entered the political field.
Osman: don't tell me she is now running for president of the unsc
List: you got it. With her running on her dad's name it's all but sure she will have it rapped up in a few days. The Senate has decided to hold the elections in 5 days.
Osman: so she is going to win.
List: the looks of it yes.
Osman: anything else I should know
List: if I think of something I'll let you know.
Osman: thanks. Now I can deal with that and issues here.
List: we love our jobs.
Osman: thanks again.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Asher soon heads down back into the building. He decides to walk around and get a better idea of the layout. As he walks towards the front of the building he spots Lance. Walking in clearly frustrated. He decides to follow him.
It doesn't take long for him to arrive outside Osmans office where an ensign is sitting at the desk.
Lance: is the admiral here now?
Ensign: yes sir but she is in a conference already. I'm afraid she said not to be interrupted.
Lance: tell her I'm here and demand to see here now.
Seeing the ensign is unsure what to do Asher steps up.
Asher: excuse me sir. I'm sorry the admiral was quite insistent on not being interrupted during this call. It is a matter of republic security.
Lance looks Asher up and down and smirks
Lance: they will let anyone work for them won't they. Shouldn't you be chasing a cat or something.
Asher remains calm but adds more sterness to his voice.
Asher: if you refuse to cooperate I'll have security escort you out of here and dump you on a street corner.
Lance is taken back a moment.
Lance: don't think just because you may be in Osmans goods graces that she can keep you protected forever.
Asher: I don't need it. Now do I need to call security or not.
Lance gives him a look as he turns and storms out. The ensign at the desk can hardly believe what he just saw.
Ensign: wow there are only a few people I've seen do that.
Asher turns to him and smiles
Asher: well someone needed to kick him out. I've dealt with worse then people like him before. Is Osman still on the comms? I'd like to speak to her when she's done.
Ensign: yes she is but I can contact you when she's done.
Asher: Thanks.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Malick is alone in his study as he opens a book and begins reading. Things had taken a step back but he was confident things where moving back in the right direction.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Dalos Alpha Prime, Dak'rin Military Base. The base is home to the 41st Assault Ops Battallion, also known as the 'Defenders'. In one of the barracks, Captain Kara Reeves is cleaning her white helmet with green highlights when a klaxon sounds. She looks back, groaning as she notices her company bearing the same exasperated look.*
Kara: Don't look at me. An alert's an alert! Move!
*The company snap into action, putting on their helmets and gabbing their recon gear as they hurry to the courtyard.
5 minutes later, Kara stands at the front of the company, arrayed into columns by platoon, as the Lieutenant Colonel in Command waits for orders. After a while, he's seen talking over his helmet comm.*
Lt. Col. *irritated*: Attention. This has been a readiness drill. All troops are dismissed.
*As the troopers begin to disperse, Kara looks at Triss next to her.*
*Dalos Alpha Prime, Dak'rin Military Base. The base is home to the 42nd Assault Ops Battallion, also known as the 'Wolfhounds'. In one of the barracks, Captain Kara Reeves is cleaning her white helmet with green highlights when a klaxon sounds. She looks back, groaning as she notices her company bearing the same exasperated look.*
Kara: Don't look at me. An alert's an alert! Move!
*The company snap into action, putting on their helmets and gabbing their recon gear as they hurry to the courtyard.
5 minutes later, Kara stands at the front of the company, arrayed into columns by platoon, as the Lieutenant Colonel in Command waits for orders. After a while, he's seen talking over his helmet comm.*
Lt. Col. *irritated*: Attention. This has been a readiness drill. All troops are dismissed.
*As the troopers begin to disperse, Kara looks at Triss next to her.*
Kara *annoyed*: That's the 3rd time this week...
Triss: Well we are pretty much on the brink of civil war and have the arcadians to worry about. ITs annoying but I can understand them really wanting us to be ready.
*OOC: I will get back to the Arcadians soon enough.. Had to figure somethings out. But I think I ought to move some things along. If Coulson and anyone else is there should be fun..*
*UNSC space Borg Vessels arrive and soon begin to invade the Planet on the border of the UNSC, Republic, and Federation.. The alive drones stay back as their dead breathren begin to beam down on the population center already infected with the disease.. *
*In a morgue*
Jim: TRIBBLE.. Borg.. get to the shelter..
*A thump and crash is heard from the doors behind him.. then more as the mist begins to form...*
Jim: *squinting through the mist trying to find the way out, hears cries and stabbing wounds.. * Greg? Nancy..
*A drone hand grabs him from the mist and injects nanotubes into his neck leaving sickly grey invading his bloodstream..*
*Casval sits infront of a terminal digging through archives trying to place that face he saw on the viewscreen. He does come across the files of a long gone family member.. who was assimilated in his career.. Becoming the spear point of the Borg invasion of Deferi and the elimination of the Breen.. *
Casval: That can't be right.. He has been dead for a long time.. Would the Borg even retain him in their collective mind after all those changes by the Elibisi...Decanus of Borg...
Computer did he have any samples of blood taken from him?
Computer: Cannot comply... Access restricted..
Casval: Damn it.. Alright... Computer access the personal file of Chris Allen..
*He looks at the screen*
There has to be a reason behind this..
*In James Jr's quarters*
James jr: Yes Cassie she kicked me right in the groin.. Rather hard kick too..
Cassie: Can't blame her, she was scared out of her mind.. not to mention she had no idea who you are..
James Jr: I know.. and I know you do despite the TRIBBLE you get from some of the family..
Cassi: Like I care at this point.. There was a point in life where I would have cared about their approval..
James Jr: I know but still.. fighting with them is not advisable.
Cassi: Anyway.. that Romulan girl..
*She rolls over to face him..*
Didn't catch your eye did she?
James Jr: After that mule kick kind of hard not to.. Not everyday that happens.
*M.Dani's spying devices give her updates on her counterpart's children but she does notice that one of them is digging into something he shouldn't... but perhaps it is an opening..*
*Her assistant and detail assigned to her comes to her.*
Wedge: Mam.. I have something you should probably see.
Comments
*She manages to toss Sara off.*
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Burns: so we know we have republic officers sabotage ships and shipyards. The question is how do we deal with that.
Osman: carefully. We need to discover the main source of the problem.
Burns: you mean their leader. We know who the source of the problem is bit there's not alot we can do about it
Osman: while we try to dig up leads work with Asher and get him ready. His combat skills should be good but help him work on fitting in.
Burns: understood.
Susan: Come on...
*Sara rolls her over, trying to pin her instead.*
Sara: Never...
*OOC: Hint, hint - leg.*
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*Sara strains for a few moments, before tapping out.*
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Sara *panting*; Damn, you're tough...
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Hannah takes another bite as she gives him a curious look
Malick: you should run.
Hannah lets out a laugh
Hannah: you want me to run?
Malick: I have to many operations to run currently. You have the name and I'll back you of course.
Hannah: I don't know who would run goathite?
Malick: we can find someone.
Sara: Maybe...
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Asher: someone is coming?
Osman: what do you mean?
Asher: down the hall I can hear and smell someone coming.
Osman: you can hear and smell someone?
Asher: easily
The door chimes as Burns and Osman look at each other
Osman: enter
Ensign: ma'am you have a secured transmission from ONI Director List for you.
Osman: thank you. Burns will you and Asher wait outside please. I'll join you both in a moment so we can discuss what our next steps are going to be.
List: well your not going to like what I have to say.
Osman: OK spill it out
List: Hannah Malick. Name sound familiar?
Osman: Gidion Malicks daughter current head of goathite
List: correct. She has entered the political field.
Osman: don't tell me she is now running for president of the unsc
List: you got it. With her running on her dad's name it's all but sure she will have it rapped up in a few days. The Senate has decided to hold the elections in 5 days.
Osman: so she is going to win.
List: the looks of it yes.
Osman: anything else I should know
List: if I think of something I'll let you know.
Osman: thanks. Now I can deal with that and issues here.
List: we love our jobs.
Osman: thanks again.
Sara: Thanks.
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It doesn't take long for him to arrive outside Osmans office where an ensign is sitting at the desk.
Lance: is the admiral here now?
Ensign: yes sir but she is in a conference already. I'm afraid she said not to be interrupted.
Lance: tell her I'm here and demand to see here now.
Seeing the ensign is unsure what to do Asher steps up.
Asher: excuse me sir. I'm sorry the admiral was quite insistent on not being interrupted during this call. It is a matter of republic security.
Lance looks Asher up and down and smirks
Lance: they will let anyone work for them won't they. Shouldn't you be chasing a cat or something.
Asher remains calm but adds more sterness to his voice.
Asher: if you refuse to cooperate I'll have security escort you out of here and dump you on a street corner.
Lance is taken back a moment.
Lance: don't think just because you may be in Osmans goods graces that she can keep you protected forever.
Asher: I don't need it. Now do I need to call security or not.
Lance gives him a look as he turns and storms out. The ensign at the desk can hardly believe what he just saw.
Ensign: wow there are only a few people I've seen do that.
Asher turns to him and smiles
Asher: well someone needed to kick him out. I've dealt with worse then people like him before. Is Osman still on the comms? I'd like to speak to her when she's done.
Ensign: yes she is but I can contact you when she's done.
Asher: Thanks.
Kara: Don't look at me. An alert's an alert! Move!
*The company snap into action, putting on their helmets and gabbing their recon gear as they hurry to the courtyard.
5 minutes later, Kara stands at the front of the company, arrayed into columns by platoon, as the Lieutenant Colonel in Command waits for orders. After a while, he's seen talking over his helmet comm.*
Lt. Col. *irritated*: Attention. This has been a readiness drill. All troops are dismissed.
*As the troopers begin to disperse, Kara looks at Triss next to her.*
Kara *annoyed*: That's the 3rd time this week...
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Triss: Well we are pretty much on the brink of civil war and have the arcadians to worry about. ITs annoying but I can understand them really wanting us to be ready.
*UNSC space Borg Vessels arrive and soon begin to invade the Planet on the border of the UNSC, Republic, and Federation.. The alive drones stay back as their dead breathren begin to beam down on the population center already infected with the disease.. *
*In a morgue*
Jim: TRIBBLE.. Borg.. get to the shelter..
*A thump and crash is heard from the doors behind him.. then more as the mist begins to form...*
Jim: *squinting through the mist trying to find the way out, hears cries and stabbing wounds.. * Greg? Nancy..
*A drone hand grabs him from the mist and injects nanotubes into his neck leaving sickly grey invading his bloodstream..*
*Casval's quarters*
*Casval sits infront of a terminal digging through archives trying to place that face he saw on the viewscreen. He does come across the files of a long gone family member.. who was assimilated in his career.. Becoming the spear point of the Borg invasion of Deferi and the elimination of the Breen.. *
Casval: That can't be right.. He has been dead for a long time.. Would the Borg even retain him in their collective mind after all those changes by the Elibisi...Decanus of Borg...
Computer did he have any samples of blood taken from him?
Computer: Cannot comply... Access restricted..
Casval: Damn it.. Alright... Computer access the personal file of Chris Allen..
*He looks at the screen*
There has to be a reason behind this..
*In James Jr's quarters*
James jr: Yes Cassie she kicked me right in the groin.. Rather hard kick too..
Cassie: Can't blame her, she was scared out of her mind.. not to mention she had no idea who you are..
James Jr: I know.. and I know you do despite the TRIBBLE you get from some of the family..
Cassi: Like I care at this point.. There was a point in life where I would have cared about their approval..
James Jr: I know but still.. fighting with them is not advisable.
Cassi: Anyway.. that Romulan girl..
*She rolls over to face him..*
Didn't catch your eye did she?
James Jr: After that mule kick kind of hard not to.. Not everyday that happens.
*Cassi sighs*
Cassi: You loveable fool..
*She does smirk*
Think I should give you a swift kick? Hmm?
*She gives him that playful look*
James Jr: Oh no.. Once was enough..
*Her assistant and detail assigned to her comes to her.*
Wedge: Mam.. I have something you should probably see.
2nd tactical fleet
Harper: all ships prep to engage once we are all in formation we move on the borg.
The alarm klaxons sounds as crew rush to different positions and pilots head to their fighters and drop ships