05-14-2018, 10:47 PM
High above Jericho orbit, lays the “Cerberus” , once it had been a Fleet vessel but with the new restructuring of the Organisation, it was part of the newly refurbished ships sent to them.
Agent Zeta is slowly checking the CIC of the ship and he smile satisfied about the situation.
“Finally, we get the recognition we deserved. Good thing we managed to take out that Gate.” he thought while grasping his side arm, a kemwar device, top of the market.
“Chief Agent, we managed to establish our communication satellite and the warning buoys”
“Perfect. Inform Fleet that Jericho is still under CIS quarantine”
“Should I mention why?”
“No. Just mark it CIS and remember to encrypt it for Higher Echalon only. Remind them that we still have a situation here on Jericho.”
“Yes sir.”
The situation Zeta refers is one that haunted him even in the night time. “What are you hiding down there ?” he used to mutter while studying the maps, while in his small office.
The 53rd Squadron managed to send a couple of Probes planetside but they couldn’t get much information but a Ship was there. And the signature was not Sirian.
“Who build you? Why you crashed here?” the questions which always tormented his mind and were always on his lips. He again looked at the photos the Probe took and he cursed the high radioactivity that prevented a normal landing.
“We must find a way to get there. We must!”
The beep of the door wake him from his daydreaming and a CIS agent, in his black uniform, came and sent him a data pad regarding some Fleet operations and remembered him that Enigma is here.
After a few minutes, the heavy steps of a fully armored Agent could be heard and once the door closed, agents outside looked with interest and some started to wonder what is going on behind the closed doors. “Matters of State, nonetheless”
“Welcome Enigma, I am Zeta, Chief Agent for this Operation. Must inform you that this operation was marked as Priority One by CIS and the Office of the President. At ease, we have much to talk, but first, tell me what you know of Jericho?” he said with a grin.
Agent Zeta is slowly checking the CIC of the ship and he smile satisfied about the situation.
“Finally, we get the recognition we deserved. Good thing we managed to take out that Gate.” he thought while grasping his side arm, a kemwar device, top of the market.
“Chief Agent, we managed to establish our communication satellite and the warning buoys”
“Perfect. Inform Fleet that Jericho is still under CIS quarantine”
“Should I mention why?”
“No. Just mark it CIS and remember to encrypt it for Higher Echalon only. Remind them that we still have a situation here on Jericho.”
“Yes sir.”
The situation Zeta refers is one that haunted him even in the night time. “What are you hiding down there ?” he used to mutter while studying the maps, while in his small office.
The 53rd Squadron managed to send a couple of Probes planetside but they couldn’t get much information but a Ship was there. And the signature was not Sirian.
“Who build you? Why you crashed here?” the questions which always tormented his mind and were always on his lips. He again looked at the photos the Probe took and he cursed the high radioactivity that prevented a normal landing.
“We must find a way to get there. We must!”
The beep of the door wake him from his daydreaming and a CIS agent, in his black uniform, came and sent him a data pad regarding some Fleet operations and remembered him that Enigma is here.
After a few minutes, the heavy steps of a fully armored Agent could be heard and once the door closed, agents outside looked with interest and some started to wonder what is going on behind the closed doors. “Matters of State, nonetheless”
“Welcome Enigma, I am Zeta, Chief Agent for this Operation. Must inform you that this operation was marked as Priority One by CIS and the Office of the President. At ease, we have much to talk, but first, tell me what you know of Jericho?” he said with a grin.