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With the Second Kromus War raging at the front door of the Galactic Federation, the Bounty Guilds have become a front line resource for the Department of Military Oversight and Defense Affairs to covertly investigate possible advantages and intelligence gathering without the inclusion of the Terran Confederation fleets. While the recently revealed Galactic Federation Marines have already begun active service in tandem with member system militias and Confederation forces, D-MODA has operations that require more covert and disassociated hands.
The regions of Omega Centauri have been considered dangerous and out of bounds since the Second Machine War ended. Official charts list this region as full of deadly neutron stars and singularities, gravitational rifts that are dangerous to travelers. Yet from a system within the cluster, listed as GS219, a distress signal is broadcasting. The signal is Kromus in origin, yet begging for aid from anyone who can hear them. The Department of Military Oversight and Defense Affairs has taken control of all information regarding this distress call, keeping investigations regulated to D-MODA internal affairs. To this end, an open Federal Bounty has been issued.
Upon acceptance of a standard contact silence with any organization outside of Secretary Holdon's staff regarding mission information, hunters will be informed of the basic mission and supplied the astronavigational coordinates for GS219. Their task is to investigate the source of the distress beacon, relay all information back to Military Oversight superiors, and disrupt any Kromus operations if needed.
Hunters are advised that this mission is to be covert, and military departments outside of D-MODA have not yet been made aware of the operation parameters due to war time priorities.
Monetary compensations shall be distributed upon return to Daiban, and successful report to the office of Secretary Emylia Holdon. Other rewards shall be determined in the course of the campaign. Any Kromus weapons technology and research data that can be recovered in a salvageable state will be greatly rewarded as well.
Department of Military Oversight and Defense Affairs, Capitol District, Daiban
It had been a risky proposition, but Secretary Holdon had wanted to keep matters quiet until they ascertained just what it was out in Omega Centauri. Just under forty-six parsecs in diameter, and a hyperlight distress beacon was echoing out from somewhere in the deeper reaches, relatively near what was assumed to be a mid-catagory gravitational singularity. Roughly sixty-two hundred parsecs from the Al'kya sector and Daiban, and twenty-seven hundred above the galactic plane.
Too far to send mercenaries in their own ships. The journey would take several weeks. But Holdon didn't want the Confederation to know about this yet. So the federal bounty had been placed, but with as few details as possible. Only those who agreed to conditions of nondisclosure during the course of the mission, and even beyond then, would be given anything more. From there, they had to secure a rapid method of transit to the relative region, without involving the majority of Federation agencies that could refuse a silence order.
They had agents working on the transportation. Holdon had assigned a small group to recruiting and briefing the mercenaries that would act as their forward infiltration team. Once they knew what was going on, then the Federation could send its own marine units in to handle the situation, and prove why centralizing command and control of the military forces of all the member systems was the ideal methodology. It had taken over two hundred years for the other political factions to accept the idea of any kind of armed force behind the peacekeeper divisions. It had cost them enough already.
"Adjacent M'nod'Mr, the bounty hunters who accepted the listing are here."
With a sigh, the Q'roq'us would straighten their posture, breath in, and tap the response image to let their assistant know that they were ready for the arrivals.
Seeker was greatly anticipating this job, it was a chance to do field work instead of continue to shuffle papers, and his compatriots at the embassy had assisted him in acquiring some shiny new equipment in the hopes that it'd help him return intact. As long as it didn't burn all of his vacation days and beyond in the process, this was looking to be a rather splendid escape.
As he approached the office, he flicked his new personal shield unit on and off, getting a feel for it's reboot cycle and observing the field and any effects it had on his vision. It wasn't an entirely new phenomenon for him, but it was the first time he was having the energy flicker mere centimeters in front of his optics. The performance data would be quite valuable to the artificers back home, just another thing added to the list of potential bonuses from the coming excursion.
The contact silence was not much issue for him, he lacked means of contacting his superiors over long distances what with the Arrow being reassigned to the embassy, it was fortunate that they hadn't explicitly forbidden a post-op report... yet.
With the doors to the office opening, he would step in and to the side so as to avoid obstructing other arrivals. With a slight bow, he would address the one behind the desk.
"Greetings, Scribe, this one has arrived for briefing on the upcoming expedition, are there any further recommendations for operational preparedness?"
Well at least the benches were comfortable. What was that material, Alex wondered, chewing a bubble-gum. She was preoccupied with the strange ticking noise her ship was making after she landed, hoping it would still be in one piece when she returned to get it. She sure wasn't thrilled about the prospect of being stuck in this place. Though the benches really were comfortable. She brushed her fingers on the seat. Leather? Some strange textile?
Alex glanced up at the strange metal man clomping past her in a very serious manner. Well...he may not be heaps of fun, but at least he looked like he knew what he was doing. He? It? Better get a move on! She stood up and hurried after the automaton man, her long coat fluttering behind her, nearly bumping into him as he stopped. She stepped on her toes, peering over his shoulder at the room. Her eyes followed him as he stepped away from the door, leaving her standing in the spotlight.
“Erm....Yes, oh Scribe!“ she flashed a beaming smile, “Any further...“ the rest of her words were a indescirnable murmur of what she hoped mimiced whatever her predecessor said.
She, of course, did not think to step to the side of the entrance.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 12, 2021 23:39:01 GMT
Eliza glanced about the interior of the hangar as she strode down the boarding ramp of the Dancing Goddess alone, leaving Veska to tend to the post-flight checks and finalize the new programming changes made to the vessel's weapons systems, and to avoid any potential awkwardness of some wayward GalFed official taking issue with the gynoid's existence. Daiban was especially squeamish of such things, she thought, though she supposed they could be forgiven, when one considered the history of AI within the Spur.
As she stepped into the office, Eliza scanned the room, taking quick stock of the others gathered, no doubt here for the bounty that had promised to be most curious. Seldom were state bounties so tight-lipped, yet open to any hunters so interested. Either it was too out of the way for proper military special forces, but still of potentially highly sensitive nature, or it was simply a high-risk mission. Or both. The NDA that had followed her confirmation of interest only heightened the Witch's suspicion that this mission would prove ever bit as dangerous as the last had unexpectedly turned out to be. Emerald eyes rested first on the woman that shared the room at present. Young, fit, though roughly outfitted, it seemed clear the stranger was a new hunter, just starting her career. Someone to keep an eye on until it was certain she was competent enough to trust in a high-risk situation. And then Eliza turned her gaze to a metallic frame that sent a barely-repressed shudder of memory up her spine.
"Seeker..I dinna think I'd see ye again on another mission. Honestly, I was surprised ye werena wi Eligos on th' salvage mission he took wi me. Ye'd have probably liked it, what wi how ye like fucked up shite. Canna give any details, though, sorry. What've ye been up ta since last mission?" she inquired, managing to overcome the momentary shock of memory through her curiosity over the construct's unique design.
Head swiveling over to the voice behind and to his side, he would gaze upon an individual with unusual hair. A quick search through past records would remind him of who "Marie D'Arc" was, strange but quite willing to hear about The Founder, whether it be curiosity or actual theological interest he suspected to former but didn't know.
"Marie D'Arc, this one is not particularly interested in scavenger operations, regardless it was quite busy with initiating formal diplomatic relations as per it's mission parameters. Many months it has been stuck behind a desk, vacation time is being used, first time in 70 cycles. Hopefully there will be opportunity to conduct some field examinations, though that will be dependent on the locality."
He'd return his gaze to the scribe, there'd likely be plenty of time for chit-chat in transit to the job site.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 15, 2021 0:19:14 GMT
The woman chuckled softly at the alias she was addressed by, shaking her head as she came to a halt.
"Ah, right, that. So that's an alias I used fer bounty jobs. Proper name's Eliza Lockheed, until recently, CEO of Arcanus Military Industries. Board caught wind of my activities after th' second time I was kept away fram work fer far longer than anticipated, and twice wi NDAs in place fram my local government barrin' me fram providin' a satisfactory explanation. So I'm a hunter full-time, now, ye know?" she explained. "And ye're a diplomat? Huh. I figured ye were some sort of field specialist in xenobiology or somethin' of that nature. Mind sayin' who yer people are? I mean, ye seem friendly enough."
Following that query, Eliza glanced over towards the clerk, silently expressing her impatience at the wait for such an unusual mission. What was taking them so long to do something so simple as a mission brief? Typical GalFed bureaucratic ineptitude, she mused.
A secondary door would unlock and cycle open as Adjacent M'nod'Mr stepped into the briefing room, their wide amphibious eyes blinking at the odd trio of hunters that had answered the contract call. Their neck pouch would jostle as the Adjacent looked at the tablet in hand, tapping with a scaled finger and giving the room's occupants a sigh.
"Thank you, Korysta, I have matters from here."
The Yl'fyn nodded and headed out the main doorway to return to her desk while the Q'roq'us tapped a few keys on their tablet to the sound of very audible locks sealing the room. "I trust you all understand the standard non-disclosure for mission tasks such as this. Security concerns are high due to the renewed war, so it is for general safety and security that this not be spoken of outside contact with Military Oversight personnel during the course of the assignment. These terms are agreed to."
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 17, 2021 0:20:02 GMT
A slender brow the color of ash perked as Eliza fixed her full attention on the Q'roq'us entered the briefing room, though she said nothing at that moment. She wasn't terribly fond of waiting with such vague information, nor of the bureaucrats of the Galactic Federation, particularly those that thought they could manage military affairs with better skill than those to whom such assets actually belonged. Even so, the governing body had its benefits, and contracts with the GalFed organizations tended to produce lucrative returns. With the Witch's recent shift in occupational focus to a full-time hunter, Eliza found herself in need of such contracts, lest expenses burn through even her considerable assets. Several plans were in the works, of course, but clearance would be needed, as well, particularly from DAW, and for that, she would need to show a need for such hardware.
"Aye, we've agreed ta yer terms, else we'd na be here," Eliza finally remarked at the official's opening statement. "So..what exactly are we dealin' wi, Adjacent?" Her tone was respectful enough, though with the barest hint of impatience. After all, they'd all signed the NDAs, so what point was there in repeating the obvious when even being permitted to come this far had been contingent on their promises of silence? "Seems a bit more than th' usual scout and survey job."
An expected amount of backtalk for maintaining their own self confidence, no doubt. With a sigh, M'nod'Mr tapped at their tablet and brought up the main information holoscreen. "Three weeks ago, an all spectrum distress beacon was detected from the region designated Omega Centauri in the Centaurus Arm. The identification codes indicate it is a Kromus beacon, which begs the question why they are sending a distress call for anyone with a half reasonable subspace radio to hear instead of encryption keys as we normally would see. The assignment here is straight forward. Enter the region, find out the source and causes of them, and if possible, find why the Kromus are out and disrupt their operations before evacuating and returning to Daiban."
A few taps on the tablet discontinued the holoimage, leaving M'nod'Mr to continue on their own. "At this time, the Department of Military Oversight and Defense Affairs is handling this directly. The military forces of the Confederation are assumed preoccupied with the war effort, and the Federation Marines are, as of yet, not of sustainable size to allocate for an intelligence mission while being deployed in their first active combat theaters. Secretary Holdon wants to verify what is occurring in the system before we commit further assets that may be needed immediately elsewhere. And the compensation will be, in my opinion, very generous for a reconnaissance mark."
"Acknowledged, this one will be unable to contact it's people during the course of the mission anyway, thus no conflict of responsibilities will occur. Have you any further information regarding the transmission and/or it's contents?"
Offering to bring up the possibility to imperial forces would be pointless, their sluggishness on the galactic stage would render the intelligence long expired before they'd arrive. A distress call from the 'Kromus' certainly was unusual, reports/news he had seen painted them as little more than particularly cunning beasts.
Alex crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe, watching the exchange with pursed lips. The present company was very...official and proffesional. She wondered what the tin man did for fun. She wondered what that strange dialogue was the woman spoke in. She could barely understand it.
She popped her gum before speaking.
“So. Someone is yelling at us from in there.“ She waved in the general direction of the hologram. “We go and see what's going on. Keep our mouths shut about it. Any idea what's going on there? No message along with the beacon?“
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 19, 2021 1:34:04 GMT
Eliza frowned as she took note of where the mission was to be taking place, then activated her own datapad to begin assembling a list of supplies she felt she'd need. "Duly noted, but I'm certain ye're na missin' th' elephant in th' room here," she remarked calmly. "I've th' fastest transport-sized ship in th' Spur, and that'd still take me months without havin' a solid jump course that far out. Unless Seeker's hidin' more tech than he's let on, we're gannin ta need a lift ta get ta th' target region. If ye've such a course on charts, mind, that will be greatly appreciated. Failin' that, I'd recommend a layover in th' Frontier sector ta acquire munitions needed ta affect a proper sabotage and disruption operation. That said, seems like that's about all th' intel ye have fer us, hence our assignment, aye? And ye," she added, turning towards the gum-chewing female. "Ye done any work like this before? I'm thinkin' ye and I should have a wee chat after this briefin'. Apologies, Adjacent. Continue, by all means."
"Imperial FTL technology is far behind the Spur, there are investigations into adaptation of the QEC to translocation technology but to no avail. This one also has no transportation."
His rigid face could not carry the minor annoyance at needing to admit the inferiority of his technology, but he would certainly give a slight shake of his head as he glanced over. He'd just recently upgraded to Spur-tech guns and shielding, and whilst the new toys were exciting his pride was slightly hurt. Turning the new equipment over to the nerds upon his return would be smart, he lacked the tools to perform a proper analysis.
Adjacent M'nod'Mr waited a moment, then tapped at the tablet again, now bringing up what many would recognize as the logo of the Galaxy Railways transportation service. "Normally, the Galaxy Railways corporation would not be involved in political affairs and prefers to stay neutral, but this is hardly a political matter, and they have been harassed by Kromus raiders as it is these last few months. The Department of Military Oversight has managed to secure a chartered relay for this operation. They will take you to the outskirts of Omega Centauri, in a minor nebula that should provide sufficient cover from any surveillance posts." Another tap as the holographics gave a visual of the stated movements, halting outside the large stellar cluster. "From there, you will have to use your own vessels to make the rest of the approach, but then fact we are still detecting the open distress beacon means that they have yet to be answered."
They paused at mention of the Frontier, eyes narrowed in obvious distaste. "Departure with the Railways charter is in two standard days once we seal this meeting and mark the contracts. We have little else in information...but that is the risk anyone who takes the profession of a bounty hunter is aware of. Upon your return, however, the Federation will be willing to cover refit costs for damages incurred on this contract, in addition to the fee of three hundred-and-fifty thousand Seguru, as well as for any survey data of the region and Kromus records and data recovered."
A tap, and the holographic projection blinked out again. The Q'roq'us awaited their responses now.