The dark purple tint of Eureka Ellesmere's Barbeau Ice Field exhausted countless beams of light attempting to breach the armor plating of Eureka Research Facility. That which was not absorbed by the solar panels lining the front of the station was lost forever in reflection. Inside lay countless laboratories and countless containment cells. Keith Staiger sat silently in one of these cells, focusing his eyes and his ears only on the admiral in front of him.
"You understand the implications of your mission?" the stark, aging man said to Keith.
"Yes sir." Keith said solemnly, nodding his neatly trimmed head.
"In the case of your death, you realize that we will note nothing of your existence," continued the admiral, ""Your loved ones will have already received a notification of your glorious death in battle in the Bremen system. Are you prepared to lie to sweet aunt Sally because you sold your mortal soul to the devil?"
"Yes sir." Keith repeated solemnly, drawing the same parabola in the air with his neatly pointed nose.
"That's good," said the gruff man, chuckling, "You know pretty well that as soon as you set your nameless foot on this station, you were already dead."
Keith merely sat, his face grim, staring deeply at the face which looked down on him sitting on his unadorned seat. His blue Liberty Security Force uniform looked horridly pale in the bleak lighting of the briefing room.
"You are dead." began the admiral, starting the official briefing, "As far as the Liberty Security Force is concerned, you died last night engaging multiple Rheinland hostiles in New Hampshire. If you desert from your mission, your penalty will be nothing short of death. If you stray from your mission's primary objective, your penalty will be nothing short of death. If you betray your mission's purpose to any foreign power, be it human or otherwise, your penalty will be nothing short of death. This briefing never took place. In the case of your death by foreign hands, this mission's and your existence will be denied. In any event of your death, any evidence that you did, indeed, exist beyond last night will be eliminated. You are dead."
Keith continued his vigil, remaining a stoic. His pale grey hair shone in the dim light of the room, reveling in its diminutive cut.
"Your first objective is to deploy into the Omicron Minor and Omicron Delta systems," the amdiral continued, matching Keith's stoicism with his monotone, "There you will perform one of three tenets described in your mission. First, you will observe. Observe the local inhabitants of the region. Learn their patterns. Make not one ripple in the pond, though. I trust you have already studied our intelligence of the region."
"The second tenet is capture." the admiral said, "Your primary objective for capture is Order scientists. Understand that this directly contradicts the agreements we currently have with the Order. You must do this in absolute secrecy. If you are caught by the Order, you will be immediately terminated. Your secondary capture target is premature nomads. Anything which we would classify as a Bomber or lighter is acceptable to target. Feel no remorse in doing this. They will feel none."
"Your third tenet is record." the admiral conclude with a wise nod, "You will record all of your missions here on Eureka. If you are found to dock anywhere else, you will be terminated. Your ship, and anything within its hull, is officially property of the Liberty Security Force, including your soul. Remember this and you will live. Do you understand your mission?"
"Yes sir." Keith said, sitting erect still, his shoulders holding their medium width.
"Good," the admiral said, "I will never see you again. You will report for breakfast at 0400 hours. You will launch at 0530 hours. Go now to bed. You will need your rest for this mission. Goodbye, Keith Staiger. You are dead."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
The following personnel have been captured from the Omicron Edge Systems:
10 Order Pilots of low rank
4 Corsair Pilots of low rank
Very little success aside from the Nomad "Missiles", which appear to be tissue ripped from the Nomads themselves. However fascinating they are, though, they are nothing new to Liberty science. The new samples only confirm that the cellular structure and potency of the sacrificed tissue has remained unchanged since first encountered.
The Bounty Hunter's Guild and Corsairs are both capable of staging a larger fleet of capital ships than initial briefings told of. Several cries of "Multiple Osirises; requesting assistance" have been heard over system communications. At other times, the Bounty Hunters Guild has pressed into Omicron Minor and ruthlessly attacked Order defenses.
The Order leadership has only been sighted twice. The admiral Bre'Lakosa appears to be very sympathetic however deliberative. She appears to take a stance designed to recover as many lives as possible. Malacos, however, appears to be more rash and prone to take offensive stances. If anything, he should be eliminated while Bre'Lakosa preserved.
End Report.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.