Current status:
* Coordinates: 20988, 35001, 4%?$1, Omicron Iota System
* PCU: Switched to secondary unit.
* Hull breach detected.
* Reactor leak detected.
* Radiation level: medium.
* Life support: running at 80%.
* Oxygen level: medium.
* Engines: damaged.
* Pilot: incapacitated, but alive.
* Pilot psych level: 48%, status: declining.
Attempting to restore and transmit last Personal Communication Unit records:
"This is Bravo-Niner, HQ, I've received a LSF-coded distress signal in Sector 21, Code 19. I'm going in to investigate. Over and out."
"This is Bravo-Niner, I've reached the target zone. The distress call is gone, but G-8 protocols are showing recent Gate usage. Preparing for jump. Over and out."
"This is Bravo-Niner, jump complete. I'm receiving the signal again; it seems to be coming in from somewhere around Two-Bravo-Ten-Zwo. I'm attempting to establish communications. Over and out."
"This is Bravo-Niner, I've managed to identify the source of the distress signal - it's the Victorious. Can't detect any damage over long-range scanners, but when I've tapped into it's SCU, I've heard sounds of struggle before they kicked me out again...what the hell is going on there? Over and out."
"HQ, this is Bravo-Niner, there's something going on on the Victorious...I'm not sure what happened, but they aren't answering, maybe their transmitters have been damaged. Out."
"HQ, this is Harper, come in! We need a shuttle, immediately, coordinates are 12501-77801-54230. This damn cloud must have messed with my scanners, the Victorious is heavily damaged, it's leaking oxygen. I've managed to get into the ship's communication systems again, CO Reeds seems to be alive, but I've heard gunfire and Liz and Graven are struggling over something...HQ, come in, damnit!"
"HQ, this is Harper again, come in! Something's in my primary PCU, but the second unit should be fine. Something's blocking any attempt to communicate with the Victorious; there's nobody near me though so I doubt they are jamming my transmissions. I've located an old Zoner communications satellite, I'm trying to board it, maybe I can use it to break the blockade they've established around the Victorious...hang on, Liz..."
"HQ, I've finally made contact with the Victorious...they are calling out for help..."
"What the hell happened there...what the hell...HQ, this is Harper, the situation on the Victorious is FUBAR, the crewmembers are killing each other...the screams...I can't get them out of my head...I'm trying to cruise in as quickly as possible, I need to get Liz out of this mess..."
"HQ, my ship's damaged, I've somehow overloaded my engines, they are partly molten but they'll work long enough for me to get Liz out of there...I hope."
"HQ, where are you? For frak's sake, come in! The Victorious's engines are running again, it's preparing for a jump...I've almost reached it, I can see it in the distance..."
"I've jumped again, we're in some strange purple nebula now...there's a gas giant nearby, I think I can see the Victorious orbiting it...hang on, Liz, hang on..."
"Liz, I'm here, open the airlocks, I'll be right with you, please, don't turn off the comms again, talk to me, please, just talk to me, I'm here to get you out of this place, here, see, I'm extending my docking bay, ...*static*"
If this transmission is real - and we have good reasons to believe that it is - the Organization is in serious trouble. And I'm not talking about the loss of a capable operator here; replacement for him will soon be ready. An operator going mad (we've just interrogated Delta-Twelve, "Elizabeth Reeds", the woman Harper mentioned seeing in his transmissions, and there is no way he could have seen either her or the LCSV Victorious: both have been grounded on Willard after a xenospecimen attack for over a week now) is one thing. A mad operator wandering around deep Edge World space with most valuable (and classified) data on his cyberbrain with his killswitch dysfunctional is another.
We cannot afford it falling into alien...hands, and far less so we can allow the Order to get a hold on it. Agent Bravo-Niner's cyberbrain must be retrieved or, if that fails, destroyed at all costs. Hereby, I ask any military and paramilitary personnel of clearance Angel/0A and above trained in deep space reconnaissance to report in to the LSF's Special Activities Division's HQ as soon as possible. Sending an extraction team to Bravo-Niner's last known location is of critical importance. A detailed briefing will be given as soon as more intel on the target zone and the participating operators is available.
ENCRYPCTION: ZETA NINER FOXTROT ALPHA BAND EMERGENCY
SOURCE: BATTLECRUISER FORTRESS(FORT) LOUISBOURG TEIR 3 OPERATOR JIMMY PATTERSON 1st SFOD-DELTA,DETACHED>
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orders are understood ill repost my command at <classified> for the record harper wouldent fall for such a dumb trik so unless he was messed with before hand or "they" have gotten stronger then evenour supressants then sthis is a bad bad situation indeed the full ablitys of the fort wil lbe displayed as of this moment ive taken a full crew aboard (roughly around 1900 men ifnot more) were just investagateing a minor disturbance in onterio and resupplying the battleship there,i never thought i might have to kill a friend foreward me any data relavant to what wil lbe requiored and harpy if you can hear this ,hang in there ,were comming NOBODYS LEFT BEHIND
<the transmission ended the ships insignia displayed with her crest and motto"bnever wavier" in latin>
We have received your information. Per security protocols, any transmission related to the subject is strictly private. No information
shall be given out to the public or the family of the missing ship pilot. Failure to follow procedures may result in accusations of high
treason punishable by life imprisonment.
As requested, a LSF search & rescue squadron will be sent to the aforementioned locations to find the missing pilot and his
cyberbrain. You are indeed right, such implant would be very dangerous in the wrong hands.
To summarize, we will begin the sweep tomorrow, ships will be prepared over the night.