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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 4:52 am
(As Composed by Pato)
The base of operations and research for the Department of Extraterrestrial Armed Defense, Expulsion, and Relations. Under the cover of a small office building claiming to be the offices of the Department of Social Cleanliness and Public Hygiene, allegedly the government organization responsible for cleaning streets and other public places. The commander in charge takes this cover to heart as she will often refer to her agents as street sweepers or more commonly, simply “Sweepers” in front of civilians or uninitiated government personnel.
The main front entrance and an entire upper floor act as the front. The remaining two above ground floors are used for intelligence gathering and communications with agents as well as offices for the higher ranked officials and storage rooms. The eight basement floors house the research and development areas as well as a large parking area for company vehicles as well as an empty hanger for housing a large interstellar craft that has yet to be designed. Also the basement holds the brig, weapons testing area, and on sight medical facilities as well as armories and housing for personnel who do not live off premises.
Major Residents:
Yamamoto Kotone
Tojiro Miku
Hisashi
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:52 pm
(0900 Saturday)
He stood at attention in front of her desk and while his uniform was standard working attire he was completely unarmed as long as you didn’t count the seventeen ways he knew he could kill a human before they had the time to shout, ‘No stop don’t kill me.’ Still there was very little point as this woman was his new commanding officer. As for “nonhumans” like himself 13 stood at rank seven out of the thirty-one soldiers remaining in his generation. He had until recently been number eight until his youngest “brother” died in action. It didn’t matter to 13, a soldier died and the mission failed all that mattered was that it had been his job along with his spotter to finish the mission.
It was strange to him as the mission had not been that difficult even when they were already aware of the likelihood that another agent would come to finish it. Then suddenly while deep in thought the general turned and spoke, “At ease soldier.” 13 relaxed and listened as the General continued, “You really have grown haven’t you.” It seemed odd to him that she voiced it as more of a statement than anything else, still all his training and genetic predisposition told him to not question a superior officer when they were acting “human”. So he remained silent while she finally got to the point, “It took me a while to convince your previous commanders that I had need of someone like you. I have given your full mission parameters to your handler and she will go over those with you in a moment. As for right now I will tell you this is a covert operation. Unless I give you the direct order you will not reveal your identity or mission to any uninitiated party. You have a few basic orders for this mission, one you will be monitoring a certain high risk individual and if he becomes dangerous you will be given a full search and destroy order while remaining within mission parameters.”
The General took a breath as she rested a moment before continuing, “Second, you will maintain the identity given to you in order to gain intelligence on the whereabouts or nature of class “G” or higher unfriendlies.” Takeshi was taken aback; he had heard of this system being used before to rate how dangerous a particular individual or group might be, however he had only ever heard of “F” class and lower. When speaking with his handler on the subject she described that at its height the entire Third Reich had been a class “E” undesirable force. It made him wonder at the time how a group could become more dangerous than that to the point of being classed at “D” or even higher. Still he had no time for that line of though as the General continued without hesitation.
“At times you will also be required to eliminate these Unfriendly forces. That said, unless your primary target reaches class “H” or higher I will not accept any explanation for his destruction without my direct order. Third, be careful, contrary to popular belief you are somewhat irreplaceable. Finally I will have no more of this Thirteen business. You are not a number but an important member of my staff and there for you will use the name outlined in your orders at all times. Oh and Takeshi, be sure to have fun, According to your file this will be an all new experience for you. You are dismissed, report to Miku in intelligence chamber Zero-One.” Takeshi affirmed the order and rendered his salute before turning sharply to the door. It was then that Kotone received a call from the R&D representative she had ordered to build a better weapon for her new soldier. She really hoped he had good news this time pertaining to his current project.
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Her hair fell in front of her face as she flipped quickly through a half dozen screens* of information. Seven other screens kept tabs on an individual moving through the base via the security cameras. She easily pulled her hair under her headphones with one hand she scrolled down a long list of songs in the media player that occupied one of her screens with the other. She had been working with “13” since they were seven and knew more about his past than he did. She cared for him like a brother though that was allegedly part of their genetic conditioning. Still she had wanted to give him a name the entire time but knew if she had he would be recycled and she would be forced to work with a different soldier. She knew she was lucky that like her sisters she had been given a name and some identity, but it seemed unfair that an entire group expected to fight and die for ideals they would never understand couldn’t even be given names.
It was then that Takeshi entered quietly and rendered his salute before reporting, “Agent Thirtee… Takeshi reporting for full mission briefing.” Miku smiled warmly as she replied almost teasingly to her longtime partner, “Stand easy soldier, and your full name is Miyamoto Takeshi.” At least for the remainder of this mission, she thought to herself. She typed quickly into a keyboard that filled one of her screens and a section of wall slid to the side sending out a rack holding a large army green duffle bag,a wallet, a key ring with five different keys attached, a thin dossier detailing his cover identity, a set of civilian clothing for him to change into before he left the HQ, a frequency recalibration device, and one small metal briefcase containing a weapon that an ordinary soldier would take pride in. As for Takeshi he only knew that the weapon had helped him eliminate eighty-seven enemy combatants and it might have been due in part to his own modifications to the original M1911A12 design. Still all that mattered was that it had never jammed or misfired and above all else it had accuracy within half an inch at two hundred yards.**
“Now Ta-kun, before you get all trigger happy and gun down all your classmates, remember that pistol is for use only in the most extreme emergency cases, I’ll let you know when it’s appropriate. Next I’ll need you to reset your Cochlear and Ocular Implants for our new frequency to cut down on local background noise.” Takeshi did as he was told but raised his eyebrow as he finally spoke again, “Ta-kun?” the small girl smiled as she replied with a tone of playfulness. “Yeah, it’s a nickname. I figure you’ll meet all kinds of cute girls who are gonna call you it so I figured you should get used to it. Now get your weapon hidden and memorize the map to your apartment, I’ll talk you through the job on route.” With that his life would never be the same as he moved toward something none of his “brothers” had ever had before him, his destiny.
((*I can’t think of a good way to describe the situation… So I’ll drop a link to a picture of what I see WTF Miku’s appearance. Miku but she has more screens than that(obviously)…
((**Mostly because of his own skill but still a finely crafted firearm)) ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:48 pm
Mikeu was careful to not disconnect entirely as she rushed into her commanders office. After a short explanation and the playing of a short voice recording she began her plea, “Please Ma’am , she’s basically begging me to go see them. I already made myself a cover identity as his childhood friend and I got ahold of a uniform from a neighboring school and I could even set up a fake enrollment and set up some excuse or leniency for not going to class.” Kotone couldn’t help but laugh slightly at Miku’s enthusiasm, still she considered the proposal seriously as it did make some sense to have Miku able to move between both the civilian arena and HQ. She smiled warmly as she gave her counter offer, “It might be somewhat careless to never go to class, even with your level of skills at maintaining fake identities. Still it might be fun to watch if you agree to a few ground rules.” Miku nearly jumped in giving her affirmation before Kotone continued, “One, you will go to class like every other student, only taking days off for emergencies and being sick. And two, you will need a different uniform when you change your enrollment information. You will be going to school in the same class as Takeshi with his sister-in-law as your homeroom teacher, so try not to be too overt if you are going to insist on continuing to flirt with her."
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