"I do agree with you.." - Landa stared at the person - "..sir. We indeed need a real proofs. One of our operatives, as i mentioned before, was able to perform scans on the vessel, but they were long-range and could be inaccurate - so looks like we have to make some closer look. This is where 63rd Expeditionary comes on the scene."
He turned back to the holo-figure
"You have on your ships the Nomad Scanners, right?"
Landa drew on the cigar and sat.
"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Chamberlain."
He frowned.
"It is your personal business to shake hands or whatever you want or dont want to shake. You can keep it by yourself, sir. Sure your hands will be clean"
"You should introduce yourself as that bastard like Jeremy does."
Seth takes out another piece of pocky.
"I got a Sekhmet piloted by Primary Fleet Corporal Axel Thomas on Beaumont right now. And my XO, Commander Hawk, has the Ghost Eye in Bering."
He paused.
"As much as I hate Chamberlain's guts, he has a point...best thing is to confirm it. We can,try,to contact any undercover operatives within the Navy or LSF. Sadly, one of our operatives is in a coma. Best we got is someone sympathetic to cause from my end."
Seth drummed his fingers on the table.
"So...any suggestions to how we confirm he is infected and not another idiot?"
Dave : Well I know a way to track the "infected" as you tell them. First of all genetically it is wrong to tell them "infected". The K'haras are not a disease or something like that, rather ... parasites but even that is wrong. Anyway, the nomad incubi attaches the spine, and then creates a synaptic network towards the brain. Thus the individuals possessing such incubi, have mental problems similar to our human diseases, but with some extra unique gestures, like, speech rapidity, they are very cognitive, and also the eye's pupil has an easy pink color. And... very unstable, psichological speaking, and very dangerous. I say if we need to approach them, we do it with caution.
He then sat down looking to members inside the room.
Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. - Sovereign
<the door opened and a tall man in grey fatigues walked in his polished boots clanking on the floor almost to a march ,he was 6'1 and muscular and he had a tank top on>
"sorry im late,names patterson,james patterson i was planetside got a letter with a briefing to come up" <he sat down" so... shes a carrier huh navy's gotten sloppy real sloppy"
Joe : Hello there James, good to see you have arrived. Yep, its an Assault Carrier. We were just thinking about our options and what way we could determine the captain of that vessel to be infected, we need certainty.
"Good to see you all here, gentlemen" - Landa smiled.
"Well, as Agent Dave said - the subcect is possessing a very odd speech disorder - he speaks with short phrases, making a strange sentences and sometimes switching for unknown languages"
He took a glass in his hand.
"The subject is mental unstable aswell - it shot the civilian blaming him a pirate, but in other hand, when one of our agents had direct and close contact wuth the vessel, he acted very.. lets call it quiete and careful"
" yeah ive met him more thenonce,as for determining whats up with the carrper,ive got a contact who can i belive,however should he fire on the iwo jima,well shes a battle cruiser so it would be a loseing battle.
what exactly do you need, my former XO from liberty runs her io hand picked all the officers there trustworthy"