Black Ops: A new breed.

[SecretDesires]

Stacy paused in her walk to the hanger area as the Security Ops/Team Leader...Edward Thorndyke she thought his name was...approached her. Not answering him immediately she slipped the cigarette holder out, placed one in her mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply before replying.

"Guston," She said as if reciting a lesson in school,"A small island in the middle of the Atlantic. Less than a dozen small villages scattered throughout as well as a French Embassy. Fifty years ago there was a report of a meteor in the area which was ignored by the authorities as unimportant as no loss of life or environmental damage had been done. Only a few scientist ventured out to study the so called meteor and were never heard from again. When an investigative team went searching for them they found a huge hole but no team and no sign of a meteor. After an extinsive search it was concluded that the team, which did not consist of a guide or any personel trained in navigating the rough terrain of the island came to their end within the craigs and small moutains which dot the island."

Taking another drag from her cigarrette she continued. "The party was given up for lost and has never been heard from again. Conclusions changed when the Greys were discovered and it is now assumed that the scientific party met their demise at the hands of the enemy. It is also assumed that it is from these scientists that the Greys first learned of our technology and have been waiting in the wings until now for that same technology to become advanced enough for their own use in order to repair or make new spaceships or even to establish communication with their home planet."

"The villages have reported a number of dissappearances in the last few months...all the disappearances were women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six. Prime child bearing ages. We now know the women have been taken by the Greys in order to help their diminishing numbers...diminished by us mainly...and intend to impregnate and possibly kill them after the offspring is born if the birth alone doesn't do the job for them."

Stacy paused to make sure her audience was still listening. "The island consists of jungle, about a third of it cleared for those inhabiting it, and small mountinous formations which makes it tricky to navigate and ideal for hiding in if you did not wish to be found. The roads, except those around the embassy and it's housing project, are mainly unpaved and accessable only by jeep. It also makes it perfect for ambush and the only ways we could kill the whole nest of the Greys would be to set fire to the forested part of the island taking out several hundred people in the process because the natives refuse to leave their homeland or infiltrate it and set off a detonation device powerful enough to take them all out. Neither option is feasable as yet."

(OOC: Cats, I am assuming you wanted her to know the ins and outs of the island. If there is anything you don't agree with in my description let me know and I will change it.)

Giving the group leader a slight smile she picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. "If thats all you need to know I'll meet you on the plane."

Walking off, she called back over her shoulder. "Oh...and, Thorndyke, Bond is a wuss. One look into the minds of these bastards and he would piss his tuxedo."

 

[poohlive]

"Now that is my kind of woman," He wiped a bit of drool from his face, moving the rest of his equipment inside the back of the plane.
He looked around at it all, sighing to himself. They assigned him to pick locks for them. Gray technology, and he was supposed to just have some sort of magical key. That stuff was deadly. Some people were superstitious about gray technology, saying it did something to their brains. He thought it was nothing more than an excuse to be awol.
Still, if the gray were as powerful psychologically as everyone claims, than some sort of residue would come off on their equipment, maybe they were right?
He didn't know.
The plane would leave soon, and he had packed up all the equipment, but he still needed his own stuff, clothing and weapons.
Well, tools anyway.

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy moved to enter the plane, noted a look of disapproval from the agent at the loading ramp and took one last drag on her cigarette before putting it out on the bottom of her boot. Handing the discarded butt to the agent she gave him a smile and wave as she boarded.

On board she grabbed a seat where she would be able to see the island from the air and get a visual lay of the land and then she settled in opening her pack and checking the equiptment Tech had set up for her. No scope, good she would hate to go toe to toe with a techie since they did make the stuff she used on assignment.

After examining the contents of her pack she went through the numerous gadgets in her pockets, checking them all with the manual Tech had sent. She hadn't had time for the usual breifing from him and so now it was time to bone up on what they did and assertain if they would be useful or not.

Looking up at a sound behind her she saw Derwin stowing his things in the back of the plane and flashed him a smile. "They got you too, I see," She said though she had seen him in the briefing room. Welcome to hell. This your first mission?"

 

[cats]

Edward Thorndyke

OOC: I was going to let you choose wheater or not Stacy new anything.

IC: She ranted on about the area we where going to. I quivckly became sorry I asked. After five minute it was painfully clear that either she did her homework while in training or had some conection there. It always helps to have an inteligence member that knows where there going. After all I shure as hell had no idea.

'Bonds a wuss.' I personally agree with that but the sad truth is she's watched that type of movie before. I get the feeling that she's going to come up with some crazzy plan involveing 17 or so gadgets that has a snowballs chance in hell of working.

I walk into the plane.

 

[poohlive]

Derwin showed her his pack, which he pretended to wipe dust off of it, "You couldn't tell?"
He stowed his personal stuff next to a nice comfortable chair which he had decided would serve suitable for the flight. His personal gear, and technical weaponry, most of which he hadn't even seen in months, were all at his disposal.
"I don't know why they sent me. Seems as if this is either too ludicrous they didn't want to send anyone useful, or I have just gotten so good as picking locks, they couldn't do without me."
He gave a smile, taking out one of his guns, and beginning to clean it.
"I see they hand picked you. Glad at least one familiar face is here. We can complain together," he gave a smile, making sure the barrel shined.

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy gave a laugh and nodded. "It's nice to know someone is here that can actually make the stuff they gave me work. Though I have to say I have already field tested one little beauty."

Reaching up to her ear she used a fingernail to remove a small device that had not been detectable before. It was shaped to fit snugly in her ear and looked almost like a hearing aide.

"The tech that gave me this said it would help me get around on this mission. It's some kind of information device. I don't know what you officially call it but it is a gem. All I have to do is name something I want to know more about and it feeds the information directly to me."

"All I did was say Guston and I had all the information we have about it at my fingertips and could spout it off as if I was reading from a text book." She paused to flash a wicked smile at Thorndyke. "I don't know how it works. I assume you have a large complex computer that feeds the information via satallite or something of that kind. All I know is I think I am in love."

Her eyes sparkling she sat back and replaced it in her ear. "We were never given enough time to study up for the mission so I took a bit of shortcut to research. I don't know how you guys do it but keep it up."

(OOC: LOL. Sorry, Cats, couldn't resist.)

 

[poohlive]

Derwin couldn't help but burst out loud laughing, realizing the secret of her little trick back there. He nodded, knwoing she had them all fooled, including him. For a moment, he had believed she stored all the knowledge of the world in that little head of hers.
"You know how they made that?" he chuckled, "It was back in the Academy, when we had to cram for tests. Someone made this tiny radio receiver that hooked up to his pc. Well, during the test, it worked so well, we all asked for one, and by the time they had figured out what had happened, we invented this little gismo so perfectly, they couldn't help but love it."
He remembered working on a few of the earlier designs himself, all sort of tiny wiring in there, took him hours and hours.
"Never gave it a name myself, or seen it much out in the field. I thought they just threw it in the who cares pile of inventions, but apparently not."
He continued to clean his gun, loading and cocking it up, so that it was ready to go. He placed it back in his bag, taking out his next little gadget.
"Are you ready for all of this?"

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacy sobered at the question and sat back feeling the need for another cigarette. "There is no ready," She said in a quiet tone,"You can study all you want, have all the best equiptment and think you are ready to face these bastards but on your first meeting it's always the same...you do one thing and one thing only the first time you meet them face to face-you freeze."

Leaning forward a bit, Stacy's minds go back to her own first encounter. "You freeze and your blood seems to turn to ice. Your training is telling you to attack and your brain is telling you to run. I don't know if it's because they have some type of psy powers themselves or if it's just because you know the only thing they want to do to humans is kill them in the most deadly and horrifying ways possible but thats how it happens. If you don't break out of that trance that holds you you're as good as dead."

She closed her eyes. She had seen many of her fellow team mates not be able to get over that first encounter and it wasn't a pleasant sight.

"The outside of them is ugly but the inside is even worse. To get into their brains to a part you can use you have to go through mental pictures of how they view humans. Their view of us is the same as ours is of them. They view us as ugly, misshappen creatures along the line of animals. Cattle to be used or disposed of. They see us as that far beneath them. I can't tell you exactly what their thoughts about us are, only what I see when I first enter their minds to delve past and to where I need to go."

Stacy sat back then and gave Derwin a pale smile. "Sometimes...just sometimes, it makes the psycho ward look inviting."

 

[Jazzi]

Tom

Tom stepped in the plane and looked around. A damp strand of hair fell over her eyes which she brushed away quickly. Barely back from one mission, she now found herself assigned to another. She sighed tiredly as she found a seat near a window.

She knew she could have refused the mission but with the current number of medics in short supply here at this base, she really had no choice. She glanced quickly around, recognizing no one since she had been stationed regularly at Base 45 and not here.

The petite doctor settled back into her seat and closed her eyes. She might as well try and get some rest while she can.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: A new girl walked up and into the plane. "Good my request got threw for a medic." I walked up to her and gave her the layout of this mission. "I didn't get a file on you before the mission. Do you have anything in your files I should know?"

Sending us in whith out a medic seems to be a very poor idea. I know enough to get me buy in first aid but compared to an actul science op medic I'm completely on educated these guys have disected Deamons, wiggler, dinos, and the ocasional grey.

 

[hybirdx]

Shawn gave his sister a look "Whats up? you've been silent for a bit."

"Shawn, earlyer I received an messege for you, they want you to go on a mission."

"Yeah? So?"

She looked at him strangely "Are you nuts?1 You're still recovering!"

"Don't worry! I'll be fine, I was trained for this remember?

"Yeah I guess..."

"I'll come back. Don't worry. Can I see the paper?"

She reluctently gave him the report.

"Edwards in the mission? This ought to be interesting... I better hurry."

"Good luck Shawn..."

Shawn grabed his stuff, and ran for the plane.

 

[poohlive]

She sounded as if she spoke from experience. He had never been out on a mission, but what she told him was no different than the ghost stories they passed down the halls from time to time. It was speculated at one time it was impossible to ever shoot a gray, by the time the message to pull the trigger went from your brain to the finger, they already had you under their spell.
She looked much older to him then, older than he had ever seen her. As if the pain of the world were on her shoulders, and she refused to let it go.
He felt sorry for that, and wished he could do something to help.
"Must be hell to be a psychic like that. I always thought the science of these guys would fuck me up, but... "
He sighed, deep and heavey, "Never thought about it from the mental side before. Almost makes you think we can't win."
He was glad to change the subject when a few new arrivals came on the plane, sending a nice little distraction.
"I'm going to get something to drink, anyone want anything?"

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: A stragler came running into the plane. "Shawn so nice of you to join us. You missed the breifing you know." I flip threw my file what type of op was he and why was he in this mission?

 

[hybirdx]

"Its good to see you too." He muttered. "I missed the brief because I was in the infirm for an check up."

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: "Yea I read what happened on you last mission." The combat op stereo type, big dumb killing machine. The actul Combat op Killing machine that would work even if they where big and dumb. "Well as always you job is to drop the greys as thje come into veiw. Let me rephrase that. Your job is to drop the greys when they come into view if I tell you to before hand."

"Last time you almost got us killed. Shooting at a T-rex that had no Idea we were there."

 

[hybirdx]

"Wasn't my fault!" Shawn said almost furious "You're the one who forced me to team with that rookie, and almost got ME killed!" He said angered, "And what do you expect I was going to do when I have an 20 ft, sharp tooth maniac inches away from biting my head off?"

Shawn sighed, he didn't want to get into another argument with Edward, they usauly got along as long as it wasn't mission wise "I understand my mission, Just don't force me with an rookie."

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacey smiled at the offer of a drink. "If you get me what I want then I won't be of much use," She said, her smile lightening her face and the gloom of a moment ago gone. "How about a Dr Pepper instead?"

Others were coming into the plane now, last minute team members. A small petite woman who she didn't know but who, when she past, sent prickles up Stacey's arms. Puzzled by it but shelving the observation for later, she then turned to study the next one on the plane. It was a guy from, she was guessing, combat. And he immediately got into a fight with Thorndyke.

With a sigh, Stacey stood. "Let me help you with those drinks," She told Derwin. "All of a sudden it feels a little stuffy in here.

 

[poohlive]

Derwin smiled, holding the front curtain open for her. He knew how it got when a bunch of testosterone decided to climb aboard all at once.
"Seems like a diverse group," he mused, raiding through the tiny fridge, selecting a few choice soft drinks for himself and anyone else. He handed her a Dr. Pepper, before moving to the freezer to get the ice.

 

[SecretDesires]

Opening her Dr Pepper she began drinking from the bottle. She didn't like alot of ice as it tended to water down the flavor. She had been thinking about something and she didn't want to say it to everyone but felt comfortable discussing it with Derwin for some reason.

"I have been thinking about that," she said in a low voice,"What the hell do they expect a bunch of stragglers to do against such odds? It's like the Dirty Dozen, send out a few people who are expendable for a mission that is impossible." She gave him a wiry smile,"Only we don't have the script writers to get us out of any bad situation we may be in."

"Think about it. You have an intellegence member whose last job left a valuable scientist in a coma with information needed from him locked up in his head, A team leader whose last assignment went bad and who lost alot of his team, the Combat ops from the that same leader's last assignment who seems responsible for some of the choas and deaths and a Med Tech whose last mission I have no idea about but who I wager is either a trouble maker and doesnt listen to orders or who screwed up last time around. And a rookie Tech on his first mission. All of us overtired and on the edge of burn out. Does that seem like a formula for success?"

Taking another drink of soda she continued,"It's almost as if we are a token from the government. Could the French Embassy have put pressure on the US Gov to do something and we are the peace offering? I wonder if the tasks forces behind us are there to back us up...or come in and exterminate everything on the island when things get out of hand."

Giving Derwin a thoughtful look, she said,"I know. Conspiracy theories are a dime a dozen and we are paid to do our job and not ask questions but I was never one to be silent. It's a little to convient for someone to send in a motely crew off Ops people to stir up the vipers nest and then, when all hell breaks loose, use the excuse of the Greys getting out of hand to blow up everything on the island with our 'back up' team. The innocent lives of the villagers can be put down to acceptable losses and excuses made to the French or even proof manufactured that they were already dead when the thing climaxed."

She shook her head ruefully. "I have got to stop thinking on this job. It is doing nothing for my peace of mind or my mental stability."

 

[poohlive]

"Hey... shhh shh."
Derwin looked out, to make sure no one had been listening in. Everyone was occupied, either with each other or something else. He closed the curtain, motioning her into one of the bathrooms.
It wasn't the best place, especially considering where they were at the moment, but he felt it was better to have a curtain and a door between them and everyone else.
He closed it, pushing against the sink, as it dug into his back.
"I've known something was up ever since the briefing. I didn't want to say anything cause it was just me. I know there is something more serious going on. There has to be, maybe they want us in there just so once we get kidnapped, they know where to send the nukes, or maybe some sort of offering to the aliens or something. That's why they got the worst group they could find, so none of the good people would be sacrificed. I don't know, but if we want to make it out of this alive, we should probably stick together. The last thing I want is some fucking gray running around inside my head. I've got enough people in there already."
He bit his lower lip, checking the door once again, to make sure no one was outside.
There has to be something more to this, there has to be."
A conspiracy. They worked for the agency with conspiracies up the ying yang, it wouldn't be impossible to have conspiracies within their own workings. The help only had to know as much information as possible, nothing more.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: "Look your a vetran op! You should of known that they trvel in groups of 3 to 5. If you hadn't fired that shot off he most likely would of survived long enough to be a vetran himself. I put him with you because I figured you could keep him alive!"

 

[SecretDesires]

Stacey listened intently to Derwin, nodding. So it wasn't just her who thought something was up in the wings. She didn't know if it made her feel better that someone else was thinking along the same lines or worse knowing that her fears could very well be true.

"Agreed," She said when he finished,"You watch my back and I will watch yours. It is a sad day when on Ops team can't trust their own but I have every intention of coming out of this alive."

Her face set in determination and she added,"If I have to break every Psy rule in the book and go through every mind in the place I will. I won't do it unless I have cause to think I need to but I won't hesitate if they give me a reason."

Looking at the door she said,"We best get back or someone will be suspicious. We don't need anymore eyes on us than there already are."

Moving out of the bathroom after checking for anyone there, she grabbed some of the drinks and headed back to where the rest of the team sat or stood.

Walking up to Thorndyke and the Combat Ops, she handed each of them a drink.

"Here," She said,"It looks like you both could use something cold to tamp down those tempers. I don't know about you but I would rather be able to count on you guys having a straight head in a crisis than listen to you bicker through the whole mission."

Sitting down, she began going over the manual for her Tech devices again only half absorbing the material, the other half of her mind working on what they were going to do if this turned out to be like they suspected it might.

 

[Jazzi]

Tom

Tom listened to the man drone on and on about the mission without opening her eyes. It was rude but given her state of exhaustion, she really wasn’t in the mood to be all that polite. However, protocol dictated otherwise so she opened her eyes slowly.

She had been debriefed about the mission already but allowed the man to continue. She nodded slightly and then frowned at his question. What a judicious way to start an op, she thought sarcastically, a mission leader who had no idea who was on his team. Either he was careless or the logistics of this mission was slop-shoddy at best. Whatever the case may be, she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a cut and dry job.

She sighed and answered his question, “Doctor Tomoe Yoshinaka, Base 45 Section C of the Science Division.”

Upon seeing the puzzled frown on his face, she explained, “There seems to be a shortage of meds at this particular facility. So what was supposed to be a short stop-over for me has turned out quite differently.”

His attention was quickly drawn away as another op boarded the plane and immediately initiated an argument with him. Tom leaned back in relief. She was in no mood to give him any further information.

Tom leaned back in her chair, shutting out all the noise around her. She needed to get some rest. A tired, over-worked med op was never ever beneficial to a mission. The lives of the team depended on her if things should ever go wrong. It was a huge responsibility and one that Tom did not take lightly. And people wondered why the meds were always so serious.

Strangers or not, this was her team and her job was to make sure everyone returned alive, if not in one piece. Tom cleared her mind and within minutes, the tired doctor was fast asleep.

 

[poohlive]

Derwin thought about it, grabbing a coke from the small fridge and pouring it in a glass filled with ice, and he felt very happy about the only psychic aboard knowing that he had doubts with this entire thing. On the outside, it looked nothing more than a normal routine mission, if one could call a mission in the Black Ops normal.
He sat back in his seat, happy for the comfortable place. He knew he couldn't sleep, the nap earlier had taken away that nice little drug, but there were things to read, and if he weren't mistaken an alien hull plate with millions of gray wires calling to him somewhere in the back of his mind. He couldn't let it stand alone much longer, to be honest, he didn't like the work, but he thought it better to just get the damned thing overwith instead of just letting it mull and fester in the back of his mind.
Oh, work loved to do that to him. It was a repulsive center in which he loved and hated being a technician engineer.
Finishing up his drink, he took in a deep breath, before making his way back to the cargo hold.

 

[cats]

Edward

IC: "Well finish this talk some other time." I raise the drink and he strikes his against mine. "To comeing back alive."

I walked to the center of the plane. "The other groups will meet us on the island." The plane takes off and we will fine us at the french embasy with in a few hours.