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The soft liquid crystal lights were dim as there was a scraping sound, a chair shifting on the metal deck. The center of the lights was the short white haired woman who had been back in human space no more that two hours before being taken into custody and spirited off. It was debatable if she had even been coherent enough at the time to understand what was going on.
No one else was in there with her. Yet there was a sense of presence all the same. A flicker of light emanated from a mounted projector unit, forming into an indistinct humanoid shape.
"Understand that we have a number of questions, Miss Lockheed, regarding the salvage hire you took from SinoViet, and of the events that occured on the derelict identified now as the IASA Event Horizon, a ship that was recorded as lost in a deep system accident in Sol in 2140." The faceless hologram paused as if to let the statement sink in. "Understand now that this incident has been classified under code black due to the highly sensitive nature of the report filed to us by the special unit member that you and your associate encountered aboard the Horizon."
The room was sparse, but utilitarian. A set of seats, a simple desk with a touch screen and holo display, and a water dispenser in one corner. It had been a few days since they had returned to Sol Sector, in particular to Reach and the DAW facilities at Taggart's Point. The mercenary had been taken to the on site medical facilities for further recovery before she was debriefed, while Anna and Spartan Marshall were being held in medical quarantine for the time being.
That left him to answer more in depth questions about what had happened, and how they had all ended up in a previously uncharted star system over forty-nine thousand lightyears away from where they had started.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Aug 4, 2020 20:08:24 GMT
Eliza blinked slowly as she processed the message, or perhaps it was a transmission. A soft groan escaped her lips as she rolled her shoulders yet again, wincing at the soreness she felt everywhere. She felt tired, more tired than she'd felt in a long time. A faint smile twitched at her lips, though, at the odd sort of lightness in her chest, a metaphysical sensation more than physical.
"Right..Figured my secret would come out eventually," she answered. "Jist dinna reckon it'd be so bloody uncomfortable. Classification acknowledged. Whatever questions ye've got, Let's hear them, aye? And coffee, if that's all th' same ta ye. This is likely ta take a while. There's a lot ta tell, ye see," she added. The Witch relaxed in her seat as much as her soreness and the quiet knowledge that it was entirely possible that this conversation could well be her last allowed. She was barely in any state to answer questions, let alone fight out of an undoubtedly heavily secured site only gods knew where without even knowing where Veska and her ship were. If they wished her dead, then it would happen, simple as that. "So..what's yer first question?"
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
It wasn't exactly a comfortable situation by any means, albeit not for the reasoning most might have assumed. A good number of people would have found themselves put off or intimidated by the lack of furnishings in the room, or by being forced to wait in it for any given amount of time. To Vincent, though, it was home. Not in the same way that Onyx might have been, but Reach had been a familiar stomping ground for him during at least one point in his life, and for anyone who had been a UNSC serviceman the world had once been a welcome port of call - at least prior to 2552. To see it again - alive - had been something Vincent had never once entertained the thought of before, and to once again set foot on its surface was almost enough to offset the other discomforts.
Anna and Marshall would be fine. The Corps looked after their own.
No, more than anything it was the lack of his armor that made Vincent uncomfortable. After so many years spent inside of that titanium shell it had grown to feel more akin to a second skin than a claustrophobic prison, and to be without it was to feel naked, vulnerable. But there were times when more formal uniform was required, and this was one of them. Despite the fitted military fatigues his massive frame still somewhat dwarfed the chair he'd been forced to use and made trying to sit with his legs stuffed between it and the table uncomfortable, but even with that in mind the Spartan still sat with his back straight and up close to the table, hands resting evenly on its surface as he waited for the debriefing officer to arrive and begin.
The sooner they got this started the sooner it would be over with.
Eliza was held for another two weeks local time before she was released and transported back to Sol System. What she had admitted to the DAW agent, what she'd had to admit, had been enough that she was kept under surveillance, and no doubt she had no illusions about how much. DAW had been aware of quite a bit more than she had likely assumed them to be. They had already connected her to a number of identities from the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth centuries, and while she wasn't being held in a lab awaiting a dissection, as no doubt may have once been the case long ago...
The Department of Advanced Warfare very much had an ever present eye on her now.
Once she had returned home, she would have been called in by the board at AMI. Her mercenary side-work had been tolerated to a point, but the recent events of the Event Horizon had revealed just how much of a liability to Arcanus she had, as a very visible CEO, become.
Not her specific actions, but the amount of danger she had placed herself in the last year, especially involving herself in the Kromus War, the incident on TX611, and now the Event Horizon, where she had been missing for over a month, somehow warped halfway across the galaxy from the Spur, and brought a mass of Confederation scrutiny on AMI.
It was time, the board informed her, for decisions to be made.
The debrief had taken longer than one might have expected, but in the end, it was necessary. Without the verification recordings courtesy of Patch, most of what had happened would have been impossible to believe. Questions were asked to fill in some of the gaps, and to account for what had happened with the cyber junkie mercenary who had not come back with them from that region of space. How a simple investigation had ended up with one Spartan bringing two back, one of whom was verified dead four centuries ago, had gotten the upper echelons of DAW in a ruffle.
He was assigned for now to Reach. Training consultant for ÆSIR operations. It would seem, odd...but he was direct contact with the first classes training and preparing for what he was told was a new generation process for the ÆSIR program. The full group consisted of sixty enlistees and junior officers, primarily Army and Marines. Six teams of ten, training with everything they could before they went in for augmentations.
It was three weeks after his release from debrief and a standard psych-eval that he would receive orders to report to the DAW facility at Taggart's Point, to speak with Fleet Captain Orman. A man he hadn't yet met, yet who was in charge of all ÆSIR Operations.
