Yttermayn
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Connor's empty eyes focus and lock on the leutenant's. "I think ... you have seen my file, you know why I am in this place. I mean no disrespect, but I cannot fathom why you think I would be interested in a job."
[D20 Modern] Paths of Legend: Shadowgate (IC)
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Connor's empty eyes focus and lock on the leutenant's. "I think ... you have seen my file, you know why I am in this place. I mean no disrespect, but I cannot fathom why you think I would be interested in a job."
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Howie was too ticked at first to pay attention to the fact that there were single silver bars on the epelets of the blue air force uniform. But the words sunk in quickly as the sun glinted on the polished metel, razer sharp creases and shoes with a shine you can shave with.
*gulp* "Sorry L. t. Right away sir." he is handed the back pack and offers a wry grin as he receives it. He hops into the black chopper, it blades in hot revs, secures himself and his equipment. He then patiently awaits the briefing.
"I am all ears L. T. !" he yells as the roter blades start increasing their rotation speed.
*gulp* "Sorry L. t. Right away sir." he is handed the back pack and offers a wry grin as he receives it. He hops into the black chopper, it blades in hot revs, secures himself and his equipment. He then patiently awaits the briefing.
"I am all ears L. T. !" he yells as the roter blades start increasing their rotation speed.
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crazy_monkey1956
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Nathan
Allison continues, "Alright, people. For now, we're going to go back to work. Me and an Air Force guy are going to be coming around and talking to each of you on an individual basis, then the Air Force guy will make his decision some time this evening."
Allison smiles cheekily, "Isn't this exciting?"
The group disperses and about an hour later, Nathan finds himself in Allison's office, the "Air Force guy" sitting behind Allison's desk, looking a bit annoyed by the clutter and post-it notes stuck everywhere. Allison is also looking awkward, sitting in the spare chair that usually held a box full of files, which is now at her feet, shoved into the corner.
Major Thomas Truman starts the conversation, "Tell me about yourself, Mr. Abrahms."
Howie
Once the side doors are closed, the rotor noise is lessened to a low roar, enough that the two men can hear eachother without yelling at the top of their lungs, at least.
The lieutenant hands Howie a file and says, "You were picked for this because you're the only person from your last mission that hasn't had a psychotic episode, despite the memory reassignment procedure. We figure that makes you uniquely suited to where we're about to send you."
The file contains rough photos of a military control room of sort, with an image of something humanoid but decidedly not human enhanced to reveal the details of black skin, pointed ears, and white hair on a short lean frame. Behind the alien image is a rectangular metallic doorway of some sort, with an alien vista visible inside it.
The lieutenant extends his hand, "My name is Lieutenant Jameson, by the way. You don't remember me, of course, but its good to see you again."
Connor
Michaels turns to Doctor Wellsly, "I'd like a few minutes alone with Mr. Lang, please."
Wellsly frowns, "I don't approve of this. Connor, if you feel threatened, you just yell, ok? I'll be right over there."
The doctor meanders over to the far doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
Michaels pulls up a chair and sits across from Connor, "You're right, I have seen your file. Not your incomplete medical file, your real file. The one that's full of juicy illegal activities that you managed to cover up so well the police never suspected a thing. That file. I also know something else about you. I can sense it, in your mind. Tell me, Connor, when was the last time you moved something with your mind?"
For emphasis, he takes a pen out of his breast pocket and, careful to conceal what he's doing from Wellsly, makes it float just above the surface of his palm.
Max
Dawson responds as the limo pulls into the air base security gate, "We should be there tomorrow afternoon. The aliens didn't stick around long enough for us to study them. We have a close up security camera image of one of them just before they turned out all the lights. We haven't figured out how they did that little trick either. The gate is much more stable now, and, we believe, rigged to only work one way. Our original mistake was creating a two way portal. Now the mechanism works differently. We'll show you when we get there."
The limo pulls past the security gate and starts heading toward the air strip.
Amy
Jackson shrugs, "I really can't reveal any details until you're at the secure facility in the US. Suffice to say that Australila is a very good friend and ally to the United States and we wouldn't want to do anything to jeapordize that relationship."
The UN fellow speaks, a thick German accent making his words difficult to understand, "The United Nations has some concerns over this project and the level of secrecy associated with it. We want to ensure that a proper international presence is maintained. As such, you and other military members from United Nations member countries were carefully selected to serve on this project, albeit under the supervision of the United States."
Hayes stands, "So, Monroe, good luck and show 'em what we're made of." He smiles, "That's an order."
Jackson slides a manilla folder over to Amy, "Your plane tickets and other important papers are all in there. I'll meet you at the airport."
OOC: Now we can skip ahead a bit to the airport.
Allison continues, "Alright, people. For now, we're going to go back to work. Me and an Air Force guy are going to be coming around and talking to each of you on an individual basis, then the Air Force guy will make his decision some time this evening."
Allison smiles cheekily, "Isn't this exciting?"
The group disperses and about an hour later, Nathan finds himself in Allison's office, the "Air Force guy" sitting behind Allison's desk, looking a bit annoyed by the clutter and post-it notes stuck everywhere. Allison is also looking awkward, sitting in the spare chair that usually held a box full of files, which is now at her feet, shoved into the corner.
Major Thomas Truman starts the conversation, "Tell me about yourself, Mr. Abrahms."
Howie
Once the side doors are closed, the rotor noise is lessened to a low roar, enough that the two men can hear eachother without yelling at the top of their lungs, at least.
The lieutenant hands Howie a file and says, "You were picked for this because you're the only person from your last mission that hasn't had a psychotic episode, despite the memory reassignment procedure. We figure that makes you uniquely suited to where we're about to send you."
The file contains rough photos of a military control room of sort, with an image of something humanoid but decidedly not human enhanced to reveal the details of black skin, pointed ears, and white hair on a short lean frame. Behind the alien image is a rectangular metallic doorway of some sort, with an alien vista visible inside it.
The lieutenant extends his hand, "My name is Lieutenant Jameson, by the way. You don't remember me, of course, but its good to see you again."
Connor
Michaels turns to Doctor Wellsly, "I'd like a few minutes alone with Mr. Lang, please."
Wellsly frowns, "I don't approve of this. Connor, if you feel threatened, you just yell, ok? I'll be right over there."
The doctor meanders over to the far doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
Michaels pulls up a chair and sits across from Connor, "You're right, I have seen your file. Not your incomplete medical file, your real file. The one that's full of juicy illegal activities that you managed to cover up so well the police never suspected a thing. That file. I also know something else about you. I can sense it, in your mind. Tell me, Connor, when was the last time you moved something with your mind?"
For emphasis, he takes a pen out of his breast pocket and, careful to conceal what he's doing from Wellsly, makes it float just above the surface of his palm.
Max
Dawson responds as the limo pulls into the air base security gate, "We should be there tomorrow afternoon. The aliens didn't stick around long enough for us to study them. We have a close up security camera image of one of them just before they turned out all the lights. We haven't figured out how they did that little trick either. The gate is much more stable now, and, we believe, rigged to only work one way. Our original mistake was creating a two way portal. Now the mechanism works differently. We'll show you when we get there."
The limo pulls past the security gate and starts heading toward the air strip.
Amy
Jackson shrugs, "I really can't reveal any details until you're at the secure facility in the US. Suffice to say that Australila is a very good friend and ally to the United States and we wouldn't want to do anything to jeapordize that relationship."
The UN fellow speaks, a thick German accent making his words difficult to understand, "The United Nations has some concerns over this project and the level of secrecy associated with it. We want to ensure that a proper international presence is maintained. As such, you and other military members from United Nations member countries were carefully selected to serve on this project, albeit under the supervision of the United States."
Hayes stands, "So, Monroe, good luck and show 'em what we're made of." He smiles, "That's an order."
Jackson slides a manilla folder over to Amy, "Your plane tickets and other important papers are all in there. I'll meet you at the airport."
OOC: Now we can skip ahead a bit to the airport.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Howie takes the offered hand and shakes it. "Well Lieutenant Jameson, as you know, Howie Blaise, Pleasure and and honor, I hope. I never decked you in a fight any where have I?"
He looks to be trying to remember where he might have met the man, all that he is getting a blank slate though.
Holding up the foto and gesturing to the chopper he says, "this is way too elaborate to be a joke, so i can onloy assume this is for real. What the f ... sorry sir, is that thig and where is this taken? I mean, where on earth is this? How ... " Howie is at a complete loss of words, as the photograph shows something that those gamer geeks in the dorm would talk about, what ever they called it. No this couldn't be a joke. The L.T. seems to know him from somewhere.
"you know sir, this may sound like the obvious, but I am in civilian climbing gear and if we are headed to a military installation, I might stick out a bit. dont suppose someone sent a uniform along with you did they. I am all in sir, for god and country."
Yttermayn
First Post
Connor's expression does not change as he watches the leutenant's display. "Your vulgar abuse of my privacy does not impress me, nor do your threats." Connor says softly. "As for the pen... I've seen levitation acts before. Does the military need an assistant for it's magic show? If that's the case, I'm hardly the type. I'm flat as a board and my figure has gone to hell lately." Connor's words are highly sarcastic, but his velvet voice carries little passion in it.
It took Amy only a few hours to pack the relevant gear she was going to need for the trip, as well as a few personal belongings - a change of clothes, some note books her flick knife and her laptop. As she left out of the front door of her apartment she paused for a second to grab a picture of her family.
A short taxi ride later Amy stood at the international airport, looking for Jackson. At present he was nowhere to be seen. Amy glanced around for a seat, she was early so it could be that the American was not there yet. Sitting down on one of the nearby chairs she carefully opened the manila folder to retrieve the plane tickets, and have a detailed look at the paperwork inside.
A short taxi ride later Amy stood at the international airport, looking for Jackson. At present he was nowhere to be seen. Amy glanced around for a seat, she was early so it could be that the American was not there yet. Sitting down on one of the nearby chairs she carefully opened the manila folder to retrieve the plane tickets, and have a detailed look at the paperwork inside.
"Tell you about myself," Nathan repeated blankly. For a second his mind, deprived of nice, neat questions to keep it on track and disciplined, seemed to explode in a thousand directions at once. Tell him about your school! No! Your car! No! Your friends! NO!
Sweating a little, he cleared his throat. "All right. You've read my file, so you know about my education and my work since I started here. But what I think my real qualification here is...is that offer imagination. Imagination, creativity...an ability to think outside the box. But also, in addition, a strict respect and adherence to empiricism, and uh...tempering that imagination with skepticism and a need for proof before acceptance."
He suddenly shakes his head and says, "Actually, forget that. Bottom line. I've got as much theory as anyone here, with the background in electronics and mechanics to back it up. Show me an ultrasound of whatever you've got, or a millimeter band imaging radar scan, and I'll be able to work out which button makes it go, and which blows up the universe."
Nathan clears his throat again. "Hopefully on the first try."
Sweating a little, he cleared his throat. "All right. You've read my file, so you know about my education and my work since I started here. But what I think my real qualification here is...is that offer imagination. Imagination, creativity...an ability to think outside the box. But also, in addition, a strict respect and adherence to empiricism, and uh...tempering that imagination with skepticism and a need for proof before acceptance."
He suddenly shakes his head and says, "Actually, forget that. Bottom line. I've got as much theory as anyone here, with the background in electronics and mechanics to back it up. Show me an ultrasound of whatever you've got, or a millimeter band imaging radar scan, and I'll be able to work out which button makes it go, and which blows up the universe."
Nathan clears his throat again. "Hopefully on the first try."
OnlytheStrong
Explorer
Max follows the orders, suggestions of Dawson. He was "zoned out." All he cared about was getting there, and getting her. Nothing else mattered.
crazy_monkey1956
First Post
Michaels says only one more thing to Connor, "Your choice. You can sit here and sink deeper into your own personal hell. Or you can come with me and maybe find a little redemption...and your wife."
The airplane took off, Max staring out the window.
Another airplane took off, taking Amy away from home.
Major Truman gets up and shakes Nathan's hand, saying to Allison, "I think we've got our guy."
A helicoptor flies over the Ozarks to a destination unknown.
Hangar 18, Wright Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio
Connor Lang, Max Storm, Nathan Abrahms, Corporal Amy Monroe (in dress uniform), and Specialist Howie Blaise (in a hastily procured and slightly ill fitting set of unlabeled fatigues) sit in a conference room about ten levels beneath the actual Air Force Base.
Above them, tourists wandered about the National Museum of the United States Air Force, oblivious to the second, secret base below their feet.
Brigadier General William Staunton enters the room, along with Harvey Storm, Max's father.
Staunton speaks first, "Good morning and welcome to the Shadowgate facility. I'm the man in charge, so to speak. You were brought here, first and foremost, to perform a rescue mission, but we'll get to that in a moment. The Shadowgate is, in essence, a means of travelling through inter-dimensional boundaries. It gives us the ability to explore realities beyond our own. Unfortunately, there are threats in some of those other realities, hence the need for a rescue mission."
Harvey takes over at this point, trying to force a smile for Max, but failing, "About a month ago, we successfully activated the Shadowgate for the first time. But, something came through and kidnapped six of our people...including my wife. We've since reconfigured the operating mechanism so that the doorway, so to speak, is only one way."
He passes out small wristbands to each member of the group. The wristbands each have a small crystal shard and a digital timing device that looks like an over-sophisticated watch.
"Those are your recall crystals. When the timer runs out, you'll automatically be recalled back through the Shadowgate, returning here. It is vitally important to not take that off, as that is your ticket home. If the timer runs out and you're not wearing it, you'll be stranded."
Staunton continues, "I'm sure you are all wondering why you specifically are here. We'll get to that. Let's just get the first round of questions out of the way, then we'll take a tour of the facility. So, questions?"
The airplane took off, Max staring out the window.
Another airplane took off, taking Amy away from home.
Major Truman gets up and shakes Nathan's hand, saying to Allison, "I think we've got our guy."
A helicoptor flies over the Ozarks to a destination unknown.
Hangar 18, Wright Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio
Connor Lang, Max Storm, Nathan Abrahms, Corporal Amy Monroe (in dress uniform), and Specialist Howie Blaise (in a hastily procured and slightly ill fitting set of unlabeled fatigues) sit in a conference room about ten levels beneath the actual Air Force Base.
Above them, tourists wandered about the National Museum of the United States Air Force, oblivious to the second, secret base below their feet.
Brigadier General William Staunton enters the room, along with Harvey Storm, Max's father.
Staunton speaks first, "Good morning and welcome to the Shadowgate facility. I'm the man in charge, so to speak. You were brought here, first and foremost, to perform a rescue mission, but we'll get to that in a moment. The Shadowgate is, in essence, a means of travelling through inter-dimensional boundaries. It gives us the ability to explore realities beyond our own. Unfortunately, there are threats in some of those other realities, hence the need for a rescue mission."
Harvey takes over at this point, trying to force a smile for Max, but failing, "About a month ago, we successfully activated the Shadowgate for the first time. But, something came through and kidnapped six of our people...including my wife. We've since reconfigured the operating mechanism so that the doorway, so to speak, is only one way."
He passes out small wristbands to each member of the group. The wristbands each have a small crystal shard and a digital timing device that looks like an over-sophisticated watch.
"Those are your recall crystals. When the timer runs out, you'll automatically be recalled back through the Shadowgate, returning here. It is vitally important to not take that off, as that is your ticket home. If the timer runs out and you're not wearing it, you'll be stranded."
Staunton continues, "I'm sure you are all wondering why you specifically are here. We'll get to that. Let's just get the first round of questions out of the way, then we'll take a tour of the facility. So, questions?"
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