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Vince Makins dropped the folder in Captain Brock Tailor's lap. "Your mission is simple. Read the files. Assemble your men. Do what you do best." Captain Tailor glanced at the folder, then fixed his eyes on Vince.
"This better be good, Makins." Brock warned Vince as he picked up the folder and flipped to the first page. the word 'Classified' was plastered just about everywhere he looked.
"Good or not, it's your job. I know you can get it done, Tailor." Brock sighed heavily and lit a cigarette. After reading the first paragraph he knew the assignment would push him and his team to the limits.
"We're good, Vince, but we ain't invincible."
"Ultimately, you and your men are all expendable. You must know that. I mean, why else recruit from the prison herd? The War Pigs program is all about meat. Recycled meat." Brock's eyebrow perked and he shifted in his chair.
"Well then, recycled meat is about to take out your trash."
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Edited by ThaneKrios on 9/23/2013 6:02 PM PDT
Three Hours Later...
The War Pigs glided through space in the Silico at Natalie Ross' hands. The Silico was a Wanderer-class starship completed with warp capabilities and full armaments. She was an old Wanderer-Class ship from the beginning of the Guild Wars, but she got the job done. Natalie always loved the ship. It's ability to land planet side and in hangers made it ideal for the War Pigs.
She sighed when she looked at the empty co-pilots seat. She always liked having a co-pilot, mostly for company. She wasn't too ecstatic about the company of a War Pig, but still, company was company. Although Natalie wasn't a full fledged criminal, persey, she definitely had baggage. She had been with Captain Brock Tailor for years now and had gotten used to working with criminals, but the idea still never sat well in her stomach.
Captain Brock Tailor was in the living quarters with the other War Pigs. He was briefing them on the mission to come. She had already read the mission description with worried eyes. It was unbelievable what kind of missions the War Pigs had to endure. This was definitely the worst yet. Natalie wasn't sure they could pull it off, but if anyone could do it, Captain Brock Tailor could. She believed in him, like she had when she first met him two years ago. She just hoped he wouldn't push the War Pigs too hard.
Captain Brock Tailor joined the rest of the crew in the lounge. Silence fell. He heaved a deep breath and plopped on the couch.
"Alright boys, this one's tough." Brock sucked smoke through his cigarette bud, then flicked it on the ground. Something that made Natalie crazy, but he did it anyways.
"This mission is off the records." He eyed each warpig before continuing, "We're headed to the Victonus, a Behemoth-class battlecruiser patrolling Confederate space. At least, that's the official story. I've been informed the Battlecruiser is much more than a simple warship. The ship has several divisions of laboratories tasked to study Xenomorphs."
Brock paused to let it sink in.
"That's right... Aliens. Supposedly they had live a live test subject. They were the leading research team investigating the recent discovery."
"The subject escaped. Don't know how, but it doesn't matter. The ship went dark a few days ago. We've been tasked to infiltrate the ship and recover all data regarding the research, then run the ship into the ground on the nearby moon. We've also been pointedly ordered not to rescue anybody."
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I look up at the captain and sigh. "Oh bloody 'ell. More classified experiments that need cleaned up. For all we know the ship's crew went rogue."
I pull out a cigarillo out of a tin container and a lighter lighting it. I take a draw before I continue.
"And like crashing the bloody thing will ensure everything board is destroyed." I scoff loudly. "Lemme guess, some general with a bur up is !@#$ thinking that he knows best come up with that? Bugger probably has some poor sod feeding him so the general can 'think of tactical plans'. I say we blow the freggin' thing up."
I take another draw on the cigarillo.
"But then again what do I know about makin' sure things ain't working no more. I just a terrorist that was a miner/demolitionist before that. No way I know anything about those types of things." I say very sarcastically.
"That could be an option." Brock replied to Bianca's comment.
"I'm not looking forward to spending one more second on that ship than I have to. We destroy it in whatever way we see fit. Disabling the engine core, or simply turning off the engines, will let the ship fall from orbit. That's why it was suggested to us."
Stomping on his cigarette bud, he thought of another important detail.
"Plus it can be framed as an accident."
As a War Pig mercenary, dangerous missions with little intel was nothing new to Rob... But...
"So they don't want the alien alive?"
It's just... strange. A live test subject of an alien species isn't exactly common. Just the subject itself is probably worth more than this ship. So why would they want a bunch of mercs to run in and just shoot the thing? Exactly how dangerous was it?
Rob shook his head. It was better to not think of such things.
I look over at Rob.
"Are ya deaf. He just said this isn't a rescue mission, it is recover the data then cover up the research."
I sigh turning back around slouching in my seat taking a few more puffs of the cigarillo. "Bloody hell does anyone here have at least have a mind of their own." I mutter to myself.
Alison gives the man next to her a look;
"I'd be careful where you say that.. people who promote open-mindedness in this piss-poor excuse of a confederacy don't tend to last long. No offense, sir."
she adds as an afterthought with a nod to the captain.
I'll assume it safe for me to post now.
IC: I take a long drag on my cigar, blowing the smoke and dropping it to the ground, stomping it out and sliding the bolt forward on my FN92. "We making the usual bets?" My visor was up for the moment and the scar over my right eye really stood out. It was a miracle I was still alive after some of the missions I'd been on, but then, I'd never been an easy one to kill. Just ask the Kel-Morians.
Edited by Zarkun on 9/22/2013 8:21 PM PDT
Alison nods, pocketing her lighter;
"As a matter of fact, I do. Survivors, are we shooting on sight or keeping them alive until an opportune moment? The way I see it, if we shoot on sight we don't have to worry about them later, however doing so will turn any other survivors that find out against us. Also, killing them could rob us of any insight on whatever the hell they were studying. On the other hand, keeping them around could provide us with some extra hands, but we'd still have to deal with them eventually."
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