Salgamuki
Alga
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Salgamuki
Alga
The sun shone across a stack of personnel files as a man twiddled with his pen reviewing them. He had spent the last three hours poring over these documents and it was driving him insane. After another thirty minutes he stood up holding a few of the documents and left his office. He stormed down the hallway causing a few people to stare, he reached a room labeled: DIRECTOR. The man entered through the doors into a small room with another set of large wooden doors on the opposite side; the only thing in the room was a lone desk with a young woman sitting down typing on her computer. She looked shocked and slightly annoyed at the man’s entrance. “Jackal the director is in a meeting, you should come back later.” The man called Jackal ignored her words and barged through the wooden doors.
Two men are sitting at opposite sides of a large wooden desk. The walls were a navy blue color. The room smelt of politics, or as Jackal would put it: old men. The rest of the room was ok for an office. It looked as if whoever designed it thought expensive furnishings made anything look better, which in this case was not true.
The two men looked up as Jackal barged in. The man behind the desk was standing up but because of his short stature he might as well have been sitting. The man across the desk was sitting in an old wooden chair that looked like it was on the verge of snapping, the man was a large burly man with a thick beard. As Jackal entered the burly man closed a binder and picked it up.
As Jackal approached the short man, the other stood up speaking with a thick Russian accent. “I do hope you reconsider your decision, director.” He was headed towards the door but stopped and turned towards Jackal. “It’s good to see you Mr. Evanston, I’m sorry about what happened to your comrades, no one should have to watch that. Well, I’ll be off.” He leaves the room, closing the door in a very polite manner despite the man’s build. Jackal then tossed the papers in front of the man who was now glaring at the closed door. “These are the people I choose, get me them within 2 hours or I’m not doing it.” Without allowing the man to speak, Jackal leaves the room and heads back to his office.
Jackal went down a different hallway then the one he took to get to the Director’s office. He arrived at another door, this one with the label: Aviation Operations Specialist Maverick Lance. Jackal entered the room without knocking. The room was about the size of a small bedroom. It had a few personal items on the small desk that was pressed against the far wall, but other than that it was more or less empty. A man was sitting at the desk typing up what looked to be a report, a half full whisky bottle sat on the left side of the desk.
As Jackal entered the room the man turned to look at the door before standing up smiling. “Jack! What’s up?” The man embraced Jackal before leading him over to a spare seat next to the desk. “I assume you’re here to see me about the mission?” Jackal sits in the seat before looking up at the man. “You disappoint me Maverick, can a man not visit an old friend?”
The man named Maverick chuckles before taking a swig of whiskey. “In that case I’m happy to see you. But are you really gonna go back out there? I mean, you saw what that thing can do.” Jackal bites his lip considering his reply. “Yes. I’ve learned what to do, we went in thinking it would be easy, and paired for it. This time, I won’t lead them to their death. We either get out with the cure or without. But we get out alive, and together.”
Maverick smiled and patted Jackal on the back. “That’s the Jack I know. Once the team gets here, have them meet me. Now get back to your office to wait for them.” Maverick stands up and leads Jackal to the door. “Thanks Maverick, and thanks for believing my side of the story.” Maverick pushes him out the room turning to head back to the desk. “Always man, now shoo! I have a report to write.”
After about 45 minutes of staring at the ceiling in pure boredom, Jackal was alerted by a knock on his office door. It was a shabby office but then again he had just moved in, so there wasn’t much he’d been able to do. “Come in.” Jackal said as he returned to staring at the ceiling. Two people enter the room looking at Jackal tentatively. “Come closer, I don’t bite.” Jackal finally looked at the two people now in front of his desk. “Only two? Well I guess I couldn’t have expected all of them to come, but still more would have been ideal.” Jackal said this to himself but loud enough that it could have been heard by the others. Jackal stood up staring at the two people in front of him. After he came back he was told by others he had a stare that could peer into other people's souls. “Well, go on. Introduce yourself.”
Two men are sitting at opposite sides of a large wooden desk. The walls were a navy blue color. The room smelt of politics, or as Jackal would put it: old men. The rest of the room was ok for an office. It looked as if whoever designed it thought expensive furnishings made anything look better, which in this case was not true.
The two men looked up as Jackal barged in. The man behind the desk was standing up but because of his short stature he might as well have been sitting. The man across the desk was sitting in an old wooden chair that looked like it was on the verge of snapping, the man was a large burly man with a thick beard. As Jackal entered the burly man closed a binder and picked it up.
As Jackal approached the short man, the other stood up speaking with a thick Russian accent. “I do hope you reconsider your decision, director.” He was headed towards the door but stopped and turned towards Jackal. “It’s good to see you Mr. Evanston, I’m sorry about what happened to your comrades, no one should have to watch that. Well, I’ll be off.” He leaves the room, closing the door in a very polite manner despite the man’s build. Jackal then tossed the papers in front of the man who was now glaring at the closed door. “These are the people I choose, get me them within 2 hours or I’m not doing it.” Without allowing the man to speak, Jackal leaves the room and heads back to his office.
Jackal went down a different hallway then the one he took to get to the Director’s office. He arrived at another door, this one with the label: Aviation Operations Specialist Maverick Lance. Jackal entered the room without knocking. The room was about the size of a small bedroom. It had a few personal items on the small desk that was pressed against the far wall, but other than that it was more or less empty. A man was sitting at the desk typing up what looked to be a report, a half full whisky bottle sat on the left side of the desk.
As Jackal entered the room the man turned to look at the door before standing up smiling. “Jack! What’s up?” The man embraced Jackal before leading him over to a spare seat next to the desk. “I assume you’re here to see me about the mission?” Jackal sits in the seat before looking up at the man. “You disappoint me Maverick, can a man not visit an old friend?”
The man named Maverick chuckles before taking a swig of whiskey. “In that case I’m happy to see you. But are you really gonna go back out there? I mean, you saw what that thing can do.” Jackal bites his lip considering his reply. “Yes. I’ve learned what to do, we went in thinking it would be easy, and paired for it. This time, I won’t lead them to their death. We either get out with the cure or without. But we get out alive, and together.”
Maverick smiled and patted Jackal on the back. “That’s the Jack I know. Once the team gets here, have them meet me. Now get back to your office to wait for them.” Maverick stands up and leads Jackal to the door. “Thanks Maverick, and thanks for believing my side of the story.” Maverick pushes him out the room turning to head back to the desk. “Always man, now shoo! I have a report to write.”
After about 45 minutes of staring at the ceiling in pure boredom, Jackal was alerted by a knock on his office door. It was a shabby office but then again he had just moved in, so there wasn’t much he’d been able to do. “Come in.” Jackal said as he returned to staring at the ceiling. Two people enter the room looking at Jackal tentatively. “Come closer, I don’t bite.” Jackal finally looked at the two people now in front of his desk. “Only two? Well I guess I couldn’t have expected all of them to come, but still more would have been ideal.” Jackal said this to himself but loud enough that it could have been heard by the others. Jackal stood up staring at the two people in front of him. After he came back he was told by others he had a stare that could peer into other people's souls. “Well, go on. Introduce yourself.”
Lost Martian
Average Person
Heo Kwan always loved watching the sunrise each morning since he and most of the remaining humans on Earth fled to Hawaii. The beauty of the islands was something pleasant amongst all the death that Kwan had seen in the last few months. It was something worth fighting for.
Next to Kwan on the beach was Lt. Yang, a sniper of the former Chinese military. Of course nationality didn’t mean much in this new world humanity found itself in, more so the distinction between those still living and those who had been turned.
Since meeting, Kwan and Yang had made it a regular occurrence to watch the sunrise, to remember that there was beauty in the world. Kwan also served as Yang’s translator, the sniper not speaking a word of English, the mostly commonly used language at the last refuge of humanity.
Thankfully Kwan was fluent in Mandarin, having needed it to hack into Chinese companies while he was still a part of the North Korean regime. That seemed like a lifetime ago to Kwan, even his relocation to the States a nearly forgotten memory. All that occupied Kwan’s mind was the N-Virus and the death it brought.
“Another wonderful morning,” Yang would say in Mandarin.
“Of course it is. This island is so beautiful,” replied Kwan, “Perhaps this is the best place for humanity to end in, us getting some comfort as the species dies.”
Yang would just shake his head, not in the mood to deal in dark thoughts with Kwan. The sniper would then walk away, leaving Kwan alone on the sand. He would remain there for a few more minutes, just watching the waves come in and out.
Eventually Kwan knew that he must face the day, patting the sand off his clothes as he left the beach. A quick cold shower would help Kwan gain some clarity, able to push his internal musings away and instead get into a soldier mentality.
Kwan then put on his uniform, as he was still a part of the military and needed to look like it. Attempting to go on with the day, Kwan would go to the mess hall. A simple breakfast would greet Kwan, the soldier noticing that they weren’t serving bacon this morning. While Kwan could go without meat as it wasn’t a part of his diet growing up, he knew that the other soldiers wanted a hearty breakfast to fuel them for duty.
While rumors were abounding among the soldiers about rationing of goods as they were quickly running out, Kwan could see that the talk was finally becoming true. While humanity was safe on these remote islands, they surely would starve to death, locked in this last refuge.
More morbid thoughts would enter Kwan’s head as he left the mess hall. It wasn’t a rare thing for the soldiers here to think of death a lot, as the last few months had only been death. Still, Kwan felt like living, at least for awhile longer.
Making his way to where he was scheduled for guard duty, Kwan would pick up his signature weapon, a crossbow. While not exactly a military standard, the whole lack of a ruling group meant that regulations were quite loose right now.
However, Kwan would find another soldier waiting by the supply depot. While the military had been running the refuge, there were civilians here, one’s who didn’t appreciate rationing and thus had stolen from the depot before. Now the soldiers actually had to guard what was left, ready to kill if it meant maintaining order.
“Kwan, you haven’t heard?” asked the other soldier, “Apparently you are to report for a special mission.”
Kwan tensed up. Special mission definitely meant having to leave Hawaii, to go back to the mainland. In most cases that was an automatic death sentence, hordes of the infected waiting to kill or spread the disease to the remaining humans.
“Where exactly and when?” Kwan would ask with an unsteady voice.
The other soldier would then relay the details, Kwan realizing that he was due in less than an hour. Kwan would then head back to the base proper, a slowness in his step from the grim notions in his head.
With not much else to do, Kwan would walk over to the office belonging to the mission commander. Eventually he would be joined by another soldier, the pair not exchanging any words as they waited to be called in.
Kwan would keep looking at his watch, his breath held as the hands moved slowly. Eventually though it would reach the time Kwan was told, so he would knock on the door. He would then be told to enter, heading in with the other solider.
The mission commander would state that he didn’t bite, before lamenting that only two soldiers showed up. Kwan himself would wonder why so few, as something like a special mission should be worthy of a full squad. He would then be asked to introduce himself.
“Special operative Heo Kwan,” he would state in perfect English, “I was in the process of being assigned a proper rank in the American army when the infection broke out.”
While Kwan had mentioned his lack of rank, that didn’t seem to be an issue around here, the whole military system slowly breaking down. But even without a rank, Kwan had been chosen for a special mission, so there had to be something about him that interested the man at the desk.
Next to Kwan on the beach was Lt. Yang, a sniper of the former Chinese military. Of course nationality didn’t mean much in this new world humanity found itself in, more so the distinction between those still living and those who had been turned.
Since meeting, Kwan and Yang had made it a regular occurrence to watch the sunrise, to remember that there was beauty in the world. Kwan also served as Yang’s translator, the sniper not speaking a word of English, the mostly commonly used language at the last refuge of humanity.
Thankfully Kwan was fluent in Mandarin, having needed it to hack into Chinese companies while he was still a part of the North Korean regime. That seemed like a lifetime ago to Kwan, even his relocation to the States a nearly forgotten memory. All that occupied Kwan’s mind was the N-Virus and the death it brought.
“Another wonderful morning,” Yang would say in Mandarin.
“Of course it is. This island is so beautiful,” replied Kwan, “Perhaps this is the best place for humanity to end in, us getting some comfort as the species dies.”
Yang would just shake his head, not in the mood to deal in dark thoughts with Kwan. The sniper would then walk away, leaving Kwan alone on the sand. He would remain there for a few more minutes, just watching the waves come in and out.
Eventually Kwan knew that he must face the day, patting the sand off his clothes as he left the beach. A quick cold shower would help Kwan gain some clarity, able to push his internal musings away and instead get into a soldier mentality.
Kwan then put on his uniform, as he was still a part of the military and needed to look like it. Attempting to go on with the day, Kwan would go to the mess hall. A simple breakfast would greet Kwan, the soldier noticing that they weren’t serving bacon this morning. While Kwan could go without meat as it wasn’t a part of his diet growing up, he knew that the other soldiers wanted a hearty breakfast to fuel them for duty.
While rumors were abounding among the soldiers about rationing of goods as they were quickly running out, Kwan could see that the talk was finally becoming true. While humanity was safe on these remote islands, they surely would starve to death, locked in this last refuge.
More morbid thoughts would enter Kwan’s head as he left the mess hall. It wasn’t a rare thing for the soldiers here to think of death a lot, as the last few months had only been death. Still, Kwan felt like living, at least for awhile longer.
Making his way to where he was scheduled for guard duty, Kwan would pick up his signature weapon, a crossbow. While not exactly a military standard, the whole lack of a ruling group meant that regulations were quite loose right now.
However, Kwan would find another soldier waiting by the supply depot. While the military had been running the refuge, there were civilians here, one’s who didn’t appreciate rationing and thus had stolen from the depot before. Now the soldiers actually had to guard what was left, ready to kill if it meant maintaining order.
“Kwan, you haven’t heard?” asked the other soldier, “Apparently you are to report for a special mission.”
Kwan tensed up. Special mission definitely meant having to leave Hawaii, to go back to the mainland. In most cases that was an automatic death sentence, hordes of the infected waiting to kill or spread the disease to the remaining humans.
“Where exactly and when?” Kwan would ask with an unsteady voice.
The other soldier would then relay the details, Kwan realizing that he was due in less than an hour. Kwan would then head back to the base proper, a slowness in his step from the grim notions in his head.
With not much else to do, Kwan would walk over to the office belonging to the mission commander. Eventually he would be joined by another soldier, the pair not exchanging any words as they waited to be called in.
Kwan would keep looking at his watch, his breath held as the hands moved slowly. Eventually though it would reach the time Kwan was told, so he would knock on the door. He would then be told to enter, heading in with the other solider.
The mission commander would state that he didn’t bite, before lamenting that only two soldiers showed up. Kwan himself would wonder why so few, as something like a special mission should be worthy of a full squad. He would then be asked to introduce himself.
“Special operative Heo Kwan,” he would state in perfect English, “I was in the process of being assigned a proper rank in the American army when the infection broke out.”
While Kwan had mentioned his lack of rank, that didn’t seem to be an issue around here, the whole military system slowly breaking down. But even without a rank, Kwan had been chosen for a special mission, so there had to be something about him that interested the man at the desk.
FlammingHot770
New Member
Alaya Nightfall always was a person who didn't completely trust another person, even if she knew they were on her side. That being said, she stared off into the distance as the helicopter transported her from the fortified bunker she had been at to this new refugee base, wondering what this 'special operation' she had been assigned for was.
After the 3 hour travel had concluded and the heli had landed, Alaya was immediately off to the new base, warily asking only a few people directions towards this meeting place she had been called to. During this period of time that she took to get to this room, she had gained the silent company of two others, Asians, as she had observed.
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Alaya followed these strangers into the meeting place, where this person overseeing the operation had required them all to meet up. Hearing these words from this commander that he wouldn't bite didn't do anything to gain any trust, though it might have put Alaya at ease... even the slightest bit.
Immediately after this stranger, Kwan, as he named himself, introduced himself, Alaya spoke up.
"Da. Имя — Алайя Найтфолл. Когда-то офицер, теперь всего лишь выживший." [Da. The name is Alaya Nightfall. Once an officer, now only a survivor.]
"Oh, sorry. English. The name is Alaya. Alaya Nightfall. Was once in Russia Military, Officer. No more, now."
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After introducing herself, Alaya peers at this commander in the eyes.
"Now, who are you?"
After the 3 hour travel had concluded and the heli had landed, Alaya was immediately off to the new base, warily asking only a few people directions towards this meeting place she had been called to. During this period of time that she took to get to this room, she had gained the silent company of two others, Asians, as she had observed.
<=>=<=>=<=>
Alaya followed these strangers into the meeting place, where this person overseeing the operation had required them all to meet up. Hearing these words from this commander that he wouldn't bite didn't do anything to gain any trust, though it might have put Alaya at ease... even the slightest bit.
Immediately after this stranger, Kwan, as he named himself, introduced himself, Alaya spoke up.
"Da. Имя — Алайя Найтфолл. Когда-то офицер, теперь всего лишь выживший." [Da. The name is Alaya Nightfall. Once an officer, now only a survivor.]
"Oh, sorry. English. The name is Alaya. Alaya Nightfall. Was once in Russia Military, Officer. No more, now."
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After introducing herself, Alaya peers at this commander in the eyes.
"Now, who are you?"
Salgamuki
Alga
Jackal stared at the two for a short while before breaking into a short laugh. “Well at least you two aren’t assholes. I may have read your files but it doesn’t include personality.” Jackal stood up and looked at the girl who had introduced herself as Alaya. “Who am I, you ask? My name is Jackal Evanston. Now I don’t know how much you know about me or the mission, so let me give you two a briefing.” Jackal sits in his chair, gesturing for the other two to sit as well.
“A small team was sent to the mainland to retrieve the ‘cure.’ This cure is located in Area 0. Now only one man from that team came back alive. Me. If either of you don’t want to do this, you can leave. No one will hold it against you. Out there, humans are no longer the apex predator. Death reigns supreme on the mainland. There is something in Area 0 that we don’t know how to kill. The only solution the higher ups have is nukes, but we can’t nuke Area 0 without extracting the cure first. That’s where we come in. We aren’t running in guns blazing, that’s a death sentence, we’re using stealth. We also will be landing 50 miles off target, trust me it's necessary. This isn’t a video game, if we mess up we die, there isn’t any revive button.”
Jackal stands and walks past the two soldiers, straight to the door. “If you’re still up for risking your life, follow me. It’s time you meet our eyes in the sky.” Jackal opens the door and heads down the hall back to the room that belonged to Maverick. Jackal stops outside the door and tells the other two to stop. Jackal knocks on the door and after a few moments the door is opened by Maverick. “Maverick, meet the team, team meet our eyes in the sky.” Jackal backs up to let Maverick greet the two soldiers. “Good to meet you. While not my main job I will be personally overseeing the transportation and communications for this mission. Don’t misunderstand me though, I will not be setting foot on the mainland. I'm only air support and comms.” Maverick sticks his hand to shake the two soldiers before gesturing for them to follow him. “Come with me and I’ll show you what will be taking you three into the mainland.”
After a short walk and elevator ride down, the group arrives at a hangar. When the hangar door opens, a large plane is revealed. “Impressive huh?” Maverick runs in front of the group, his arms open wide. “I helped build her specifically for this mission. Technically it was the mission before this, but close enough.” Maverick continues to ramble about the precise details of the plane that almost no one would understand. Ignoring Maverick Jackals speaks again. “So, any questions? This will be a long trip and you probably won’t be back here for a week. We’ll be leaving tomorrow at 12. If no one has questions we’ll head to the range as I’d like to see you two’s ability’s firsthand. So questions?”
“A small team was sent to the mainland to retrieve the ‘cure.’ This cure is located in Area 0. Now only one man from that team came back alive. Me. If either of you don’t want to do this, you can leave. No one will hold it against you. Out there, humans are no longer the apex predator. Death reigns supreme on the mainland. There is something in Area 0 that we don’t know how to kill. The only solution the higher ups have is nukes, but we can’t nuke Area 0 without extracting the cure first. That’s where we come in. We aren’t running in guns blazing, that’s a death sentence, we’re using stealth. We also will be landing 50 miles off target, trust me it's necessary. This isn’t a video game, if we mess up we die, there isn’t any revive button.”
Jackal stands and walks past the two soldiers, straight to the door. “If you’re still up for risking your life, follow me. It’s time you meet our eyes in the sky.” Jackal opens the door and heads down the hall back to the room that belonged to Maverick. Jackal stops outside the door and tells the other two to stop. Jackal knocks on the door and after a few moments the door is opened by Maverick. “Maverick, meet the team, team meet our eyes in the sky.” Jackal backs up to let Maverick greet the two soldiers. “Good to meet you. While not my main job I will be personally overseeing the transportation and communications for this mission. Don’t misunderstand me though, I will not be setting foot on the mainland. I'm only air support and comms.” Maverick sticks his hand to shake the two soldiers before gesturing for them to follow him. “Come with me and I’ll show you what will be taking you three into the mainland.”
After a short walk and elevator ride down, the group arrives at a hangar. When the hangar door opens, a large plane is revealed. “Impressive huh?” Maverick runs in front of the group, his arms open wide. “I helped build her specifically for this mission. Technically it was the mission before this, but close enough.” Maverick continues to ramble about the precise details of the plane that almost no one would understand. Ignoring Maverick Jackals speaks again. “So, any questions? This will be a long trip and you probably won’t be back here for a week. We’ll be leaving tomorrow at 12. If no one has questions we’ll head to the range as I’d like to see you two’s ability’s firsthand. So questions?”
