Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
The warehouse that was to be the base of operations for the newly formed SAHD unit had been largely emptied of it’s previous contents. It would be the responsibility of the unit to change and furbish the inside to their liking. The only people within the structure currently were the director’s proxy hologram and a few androids installing crucial machinery. Nobody really knew the director’s name, outside of his immediate staff. SAHD was very secretive about that.
There was a computer array in the center, with rooms off to the side where the agents could bunk if they chose, and no shortage of space in the building. Each room was labeled with the agent’s name and ID number, with the inside containing the basics of a bunk, adjusted to the specific needs of the intended occupant.
The director’s proxy flickered to life as the new agents approached. There were four organics, with the fifth member being delivered at the same time. That was a good balance. Machines were great, but they lacked spontaneity in the director’s eyes. Humans were much more entertaining, and better equipped to deal with the challenges of the field.
“Welcome,” the director opened, spreading his arms as the hologram walked towards the new recruits. “I won’t bore you with an opening speech, if you’ve gotten this far you’ve made it through training, medical, a mountain of contracts and non-disclosure agreements, and you are probably just eager to get to work or rest.
“I will, however, promise you that what we do at SAHD is nothing like the stories. We are not mercenaries that step in where the government fails. We are a wing that the government stretches when the state requests. We are not super-cops, we are an agency, just the same as the CIA or FBI. Your assignment is in the computer, and your requested equipment is on the way. The AI can assist you with any difficulties.” The director pressed a button on his wristwatch and the hologram of him vanished.
Soon after the hologram of the director vanished, the computers flickered to life as the androids began unpacking the huge crate that had just been delivered.
Cyborg, Sniper
SAHD Unit #73 Base, 8:30 a.m.
Amelia had pulled up to the warehouse on a motorbike. She was in her civilian clothes, the only cues of her not-quite natural nature was revealed in her silver hair, the way her eyes slightly glowed green, and in her hands. As she parked her bike outside the warehouse and went inside, she listened to the director talk as she surveyed her new coworkers. Her eye-augments flickered as they pulled up what information was available about them as they appeared.
Scott Blackburn, ex-military like herself. Experienced, that was good. He was also a demo-man. No modifications whatsoever? Not even an augment to improve hand-eye coordination? This man put a lot of faith in his flesh for a demolitions expert.
Raven Harbour. Most of the information that came up was a medical history. Apparently she’d had a few procedures done, and done a few procedures. She didn’t have much recorded experience, but records were incomplete, it was possible that the medic had simply not shown her true potential.
Jayden Coy, formerly military, part of a Spec Ops program, dishonorably discharged. The records didn’t say what he did, but considering how young he was, the youngest on the team, actually, there were all kinds of possibilities, from drugs to joyrides, it was all on the table, he looked like he was fresh out of highschool. Of course, he had had a gene mod to alter his physical appearance, so looks could be deceiving on that front.
And then the crate opened as the moving Androids plugged some cables into it and it steamed, lighting up as a panel opened, revealing the barebones frame of an android within. An endo-skeleton and parts lined the crate as the androids then pulled it out and began assembling the machine while the organics introduced themselves.
“I believe introductions are in order,” the cyborg said, extending her hand towards her coworkers. “Amelia Marianne, call me Mia. Sniper, spy. You three?”
SilverRose Kryptic Becker
There was a computer array in the center, with rooms off to the side where the agents could bunk if they chose, and no shortage of space in the building. Each room was labeled with the agent’s name and ID number, with the inside containing the basics of a bunk, adjusted to the specific needs of the intended occupant.
The director’s proxy flickered to life as the new agents approached. There were four organics, with the fifth member being delivered at the same time. That was a good balance. Machines were great, but they lacked spontaneity in the director’s eyes. Humans were much more entertaining, and better equipped to deal with the challenges of the field.
“Welcome,” the director opened, spreading his arms as the hologram walked towards the new recruits. “I won’t bore you with an opening speech, if you’ve gotten this far you’ve made it through training, medical, a mountain of contracts and non-disclosure agreements, and you are probably just eager to get to work or rest.
“I will, however, promise you that what we do at SAHD is nothing like the stories. We are not mercenaries that step in where the government fails. We are a wing that the government stretches when the state requests. We are not super-cops, we are an agency, just the same as the CIA or FBI. Your assignment is in the computer, and your requested equipment is on the way. The AI can assist you with any difficulties.” The director pressed a button on his wristwatch and the hologram of him vanished.
Soon after the hologram of the director vanished, the computers flickered to life as the androids began unpacking the huge crate that had just been delivered.
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Amelia "Mia" MarianneCyborg, Sniper
SAHD Unit #73 Base, 8:30 a.m.
Amelia had pulled up to the warehouse on a motorbike. She was in her civilian clothes, the only cues of her not-quite natural nature was revealed in her silver hair, the way her eyes slightly glowed green, and in her hands. As she parked her bike outside the warehouse and went inside, she listened to the director talk as she surveyed her new coworkers. Her eye-augments flickered as they pulled up what information was available about them as they appeared.
Scott Blackburn, ex-military like herself. Experienced, that was good. He was also a demo-man. No modifications whatsoever? Not even an augment to improve hand-eye coordination? This man put a lot of faith in his flesh for a demolitions expert.
Raven Harbour. Most of the information that came up was a medical history. Apparently she’d had a few procedures done, and done a few procedures. She didn’t have much recorded experience, but records were incomplete, it was possible that the medic had simply not shown her true potential.
Jayden Coy, formerly military, part of a Spec Ops program, dishonorably discharged. The records didn’t say what he did, but considering how young he was, the youngest on the team, actually, there were all kinds of possibilities, from drugs to joyrides, it was all on the table, he looked like he was fresh out of highschool. Of course, he had had a gene mod to alter his physical appearance, so looks could be deceiving on that front.
And then the crate opened as the moving Androids plugged some cables into it and it steamed, lighting up as a panel opened, revealing the barebones frame of an android within. An endo-skeleton and parts lined the crate as the androids then pulled it out and began assembling the machine while the organics introduced themselves.
“I believe introductions are in order,” the cyborg said, extending her hand towards her coworkers. “Amelia Marianne, call me Mia. Sniper, spy. You three?”
SilverRose Kryptic Becker