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srwuga_mods[It's been a fairly quiet bit of faffing about in the Pacific, as has become sort of a thing for the Chalice in recent months. But that changes when a transmission from Bian Zoldark comes streaming in, the man looking as stern as ever as he's looking down at some documents.]
Of all of the...
Sir, we're on.
We are?
[He looks up, before sparing the papers one last look and then starting to speak.]
It's certainly been a while, hasn't it, Chalice? And unfornately I wish I could be bearing good news, but I know you have your own problems and I wouldn't be bothering you under most circumstances, especially after all you did recently... but there is beginning to be a string of incidents. Mainly in what's left of the civilized world although there's been a few close calls in some labs... and a few friends of mine in space have said similar incidents have happened there as well.
The details speak for themselves; a techno-organic "infection" that spreads through both men and machines. If I'm not mistaken, you've had the unfortunate luck of encountering it twice already. The sites it's sprung up at are mostly second-rate facilities... the kinds of places that would use salvaged metals in construction or take salvaged materials to in order to sell them. It's the trading station all over again, on a much more immense scale.
And one of these places... happens to be an island in Area 11. Naturally the Britannians gave into their more base instincts and turned and fled; with whoever the hell's in charge there saying that if the Japanese there were so dead-set on being independent, they ought to solve their own damn problems for once.
I'm only asking this of you because none of my own men are anywhere in the vicinity, and I'll put my faith in you before any other riff-raff mercenary group. That and... I'd honestly like the leverage. Between you and me, I've been gearing up for a discussion with a number of Britannia's finest about a number of... "things". Catching them with their pants down would be nice; not that I won't give you the credit you deserve and compensation at one of my supply bases.
Midnight
Heeding a message sent to us by Bian Zoldark, the White Chalice begins an extermination mission to track down an artificial island that was made with materials salvaged from Waechter. Unfortunately, the infection retaliates with a vengeance and a figure from one pilot's past takes the opportunity to strike.
Canon: Das Leiden, And though I Walk
Characters: Luger Amwulf, Roads Blackwell, any six pilots
Type: Planned
Setting: An artificial island in Area 11
Schedule: The mission will be held Saturday, September 1st at 8 PM Central time. If you would like to participate, please post below.
Of all of the...
Sir, we're on.
We are?
[He looks up, before sparing the papers one last look and then starting to speak.]
It's certainly been a while, hasn't it, Chalice? And unfornately I wish I could be bearing good news, but I know you have your own problems and I wouldn't be bothering you under most circumstances, especially after all you did recently... but there is beginning to be a string of incidents. Mainly in what's left of the civilized world although there's been a few close calls in some labs... and a few friends of mine in space have said similar incidents have happened there as well.
The details speak for themselves; a techno-organic "infection" that spreads through both men and machines. If I'm not mistaken, you've had the unfortunate luck of encountering it twice already. The sites it's sprung up at are mostly second-rate facilities... the kinds of places that would use salvaged metals in construction or take salvaged materials to in order to sell them. It's the trading station all over again, on a much more immense scale.
And one of these places... happens to be an island in Area 11. Naturally the Britannians gave into their more base instincts and turned and fled; with whoever the hell's in charge there saying that if the Japanese there were so dead-set on being independent, they ought to solve their own damn problems for once.
I'm only asking this of you because none of my own men are anywhere in the vicinity, and I'll put my faith in you before any other riff-raff mercenary group. That and... I'd honestly like the leverage. Between you and me, I've been gearing up for a discussion with a number of Britannia's finest about a number of... "things". Catching them with their pants down would be nice; not that I won't give you the credit you deserve and compensation at one of my supply bases.
Midnight
Heeding a message sent to us by Bian Zoldark, the White Chalice begins an extermination mission to track down an artificial island that was made with materials salvaged from Waechter. Unfortunately, the infection retaliates with a vengeance and a figure from one pilot's past takes the opportunity to strike.
Canon: Das Leiden, And though I Walk
Characters: Luger Amwulf, Roads Blackwell, any six pilots
Type: Planned
Setting: An artificial island in Area 11
Schedule: The mission will be held Saturday, September 1st at 8 PM Central time. If you would like to participate, please post below.