Mal Malenkirk
First Post
The bar was quite seedy. It had an oddball theme of Gravball and Muzzein Bang music. There were giant screens everywhere showing the latest match with a loud soundtrack of the latest hits. It was disturbing and obviously a bad business model; the bar was mostly empty. That was likely to be the very reason why agent Hector Ramirez had chosen the place. Sadly, the failing business seemed to be cutting on its energy expenses; it was almost as hot in the bar as it was outside under the harsh african sun.
The Hispanic man was small but wiry. His thin moustache and fine suit gave him the air of one of the those sudamerican billionaire. The image didn’t fool any of the five psions sitting at the table, facing him. Ramirez had a very solid reputation, perhaps too solid to be involved with so many rookies who still had to make their proof.
-''Thank you for your time, people. Yeah, I know, this bar isn’t up to standard with a Trinity office in some exotic chapter house. There is a reason for that. The mission I want you to undertake is on the up and up as far as the home office is concerned, but I want to hide the fact that I’m going to send five psions on it. Considering the priority level attached to the mission, it is overkill. Rookies or not, some comp-jockey would probably try to squash what he would consider a misuse of Trinity resources and force me to send a lesser team. Which is why I’m doing this off the book and using so many associates. Take a look at this. Take your time.''
Ramirez uploaded several files in his guests minicomp with a simple verbal command to his agent. Once everyone read material, he resumed his briefing.
-''I’ll be blunt. That Aesculopians connection that Triton found is weak sauce to me. You should check it out for the sake of thoroughness but there is only one things that bothers me and it is barely mentioned in these files. It bothers me so much that I have resorted to creative accounting to find the resources to assemble this here team. The aberrant attack on Cantor station drives me nuts. Two aberrants attacked. When the psions reached the mine, every workers and guards were dead as well as one of the two monsters. The Luna PD determined that the guards must have killed one before everyone else got butchered and the Norca and Orgotek patrol mopped off the last one when they finally arrived. Fair enough, but not very likely. There were only four guards and they weren’t packing heavy duty weapons. It is unlikely they could have killed an aberrant powerful enough to travel through the vacuum of space. But even worse is the John Doe they found... There were only thirty-eight men on this station. All bodies were IDed and accounted for. How does a mysterious John Doe land in this mess? Where does he come from? And don’t get me started on these weird mutilations he is reported to have suffered. This stinks and I want answers. More than anything, I want an ID on John Doe and confirmation that there isn’t a sinister explanation to his presence on the site of an aberrant attack.
To that end, I have assembled an all-psion team including two seasoned investigators and a specialist in Noetics. I know your specialty isn’t aberrants, Kerry, but you’re as good as I got. And if the s**t hits the fan, I got two heavy hitters on the case.
You know the rules. You are Trinity investigators, you can be upfront about what you are looking for. Thankfully, Luna authorities are on good term with us so you just have to be polite and not hurt people egos, you should get the cooperation you need. But you aren’t law enforcement. And if you decide to break a few rules to get what you want... well don’t get caught.
Some of you have other ideas as to what they would like to do right now. Just remember that I will be very grateful if you pull this off clean. A word from me to the right person can go a long way.
Any questions?''
[sblock]You really need to at least read the briefing file from the link I gave you or this intro will make no sense. The rest is at your discretion.
You are currently in Kenya, near the Jomo Kenyatta's Spaceport. Obviously enough, this is because you are flying to Luna from here. Where you were before is up to you. Feel free to describe the arrival and this sort of things or jump right in with some question you might have.[/sblock]
The Hispanic man was small but wiry. His thin moustache and fine suit gave him the air of one of the those sudamerican billionaire. The image didn’t fool any of the five psions sitting at the table, facing him. Ramirez had a very solid reputation, perhaps too solid to be involved with so many rookies who still had to make their proof.
-''Thank you for your time, people. Yeah, I know, this bar isn’t up to standard with a Trinity office in some exotic chapter house. There is a reason for that. The mission I want you to undertake is on the up and up as far as the home office is concerned, but I want to hide the fact that I’m going to send five psions on it. Considering the priority level attached to the mission, it is overkill. Rookies or not, some comp-jockey would probably try to squash what he would consider a misuse of Trinity resources and force me to send a lesser team. Which is why I’m doing this off the book and using so many associates. Take a look at this. Take your time.''
Ramirez uploaded several files in his guests minicomp with a simple verbal command to his agent. Once everyone read material, he resumed his briefing.
-''I’ll be blunt. That Aesculopians connection that Triton found is weak sauce to me. You should check it out for the sake of thoroughness but there is only one things that bothers me and it is barely mentioned in these files. It bothers me so much that I have resorted to creative accounting to find the resources to assemble this here team. The aberrant attack on Cantor station drives me nuts. Two aberrants attacked. When the psions reached the mine, every workers and guards were dead as well as one of the two monsters. The Luna PD determined that the guards must have killed one before everyone else got butchered and the Norca and Orgotek patrol mopped off the last one when they finally arrived. Fair enough, but not very likely. There were only four guards and they weren’t packing heavy duty weapons. It is unlikely they could have killed an aberrant powerful enough to travel through the vacuum of space. But even worse is the John Doe they found... There were only thirty-eight men on this station. All bodies were IDed and accounted for. How does a mysterious John Doe land in this mess? Where does he come from? And don’t get me started on these weird mutilations he is reported to have suffered. This stinks and I want answers. More than anything, I want an ID on John Doe and confirmation that there isn’t a sinister explanation to his presence on the site of an aberrant attack.
To that end, I have assembled an all-psion team including two seasoned investigators and a specialist in Noetics. I know your specialty isn’t aberrants, Kerry, but you’re as good as I got. And if the s**t hits the fan, I got two heavy hitters on the case.
You know the rules. You are Trinity investigators, you can be upfront about what you are looking for. Thankfully, Luna authorities are on good term with us so you just have to be polite and not hurt people egos, you should get the cooperation you need. But you aren’t law enforcement. And if you decide to break a few rules to get what you want... well don’t get caught.
Some of you have other ideas as to what they would like to do right now. Just remember that I will be very grateful if you pull this off clean. A word from me to the right person can go a long way.
Any questions?''
[sblock]You really need to at least read the briefing file from the link I gave you or this intro will make no sense. The rest is at your discretion.
You are currently in Kenya, near the Jomo Kenyatta's Spaceport. Obviously enough, this is because you are flying to Luna from here. Where you were before is up to you. Feel free to describe the arrival and this sort of things or jump right in with some question you might have.[/sblock]
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