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RP: Neshaten Division 5, Case 03 Part 1: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

SirSkully

🦊 FM of Neshaten
🎖️ Game Master
RP Date
EE005v / YE 43
RP Location
Nesha Prime, Neshoten outskirts
A lot had happened since the attack on the Division 5 safehouses, a war the Shukaren people had very little stakes in had ended, relationships with the foreign nation of Nepleslia had been strengthened and the terror cell known as Kingdom Fall had been quiet for some time. Of course, skirmishes and raids on weapons caches had continued, the renewed alliance with Nepleslia letting Division 5 more accurately track foreign weapons on their soil and even sabotage the supply chains of various terror cells who used these foreign weapons.

It was quite a simple though ingenious idea that Operator Depolanskaya's older sister, Anaska, had thought up. The majority of weapons used by their enemies were older and still chambered in archaic cased munitions instead of the energetic and/or caseless ammo most cutting edge Shukaren weapons currently used. The simple act of cold-welding a projectile to its casing and letting it enter the hands of the enemies was easy enough and almost impossible to detect, though as soon as someone attempted to use one such sabotaged cartridge it'd detonate and ruin that weapon in the process, it'd also helped to cut down on friendly deaths and injuries by a not insignificant percentage.

Things could't stay this quiet forever however, and actionable intelligence had recently surfaced involving multiple reports of large quantities of surplus military equipment being purchased by practically non-existent companies that would later be identified as being owned by potentially radicalized individuals with pre-existing anti-establishment ideologies. Evidence had also been collected from a few skirmishes, evidence that pointed towards Kingdom Fall cells making use of heavily modified, highly advanced gear.

When put alongside each other it became apparent that certain methods and techniques taught to Navy technicians were being used in these non-conventional contraptions, rumor had it that one of KF's more prominent members had a few characteristics that could explain this. Division 5 didn't have a name, face or any sort of description to identify this ghost by, and ex military personnel filling out the cell's ranks unfortunately wasn't unheard of so narrowing them down was proving to be quite troublesome...

Overnight this steadily flickering flame of activity inside Division 5's Netoshen headquarters would snowball into a roaring inferno, the cause? a decommissioned Tachyon communications mast had been discovered missing from the shipyard it had been rusting away at the bottom of. Not only that but an energy signature from its reserve power supply had briefly been spotted in the mountains to the north east of the city, a sector that had been flagged with a few reports of suspicious activities though nothing actionable up until now.

Something capable of directed FTL emissions potentially in the hands of any terror cell was a worrisome thing that required immediate action, the fact that it was most likely Kingdom Fall made it a doubly more terrifying prospect that required boots on the ground five minutes ago.

It was not the usual call to arms for Captain Leo's squad, there was no briefing and window to calmly gear up.

No, instead a call was put out for the squad to drop whatever they were doing and report to the vehicle bay for immediate lift-off. The snowy fox was pacing back and forth near the prowler that the team had been assigned some few months back, the telltale black gloves of a standard issue bodysuit peaking out from the sleeves of a tan-coloured tunic the worried Captain wore beneath his chest rig, hands scrambling to fasten a lightweight helmet as the various bits of gear slung over his torso clattered and jostled against themselves.

As the team began arriving in their various states of preparedness his silver eyes panned up, offering little more than a curt nod to welcome each of them as he started speaking up.

"Sorry for the short notice, team, details have been sent to the data crystals of each of your rigs and all your gear has been packed into the prowler's belly," He explained, gesturing to a pile of half-open crates that took up a decent bit of the vehicle's cargo hold. Sitting near the door into the cockpit and tucked away behind a large box marked "NE-O1-1A Ya’stelco", somehow fully dressed in her BDUs and armour despite only being made aware of the situation after the Captain was, was Kyenerinyah. The uncharacteristically curvy Daur busying herself by filling her pouches with magazines for her SMG, not even looking up to acknowledge the presence of her team-mates despite being fully aware of their presence.

Though it'd been a very brief period of her life, it was hard to shake everything that'd been engrained into the young fox, once a spook always a spook.

"We're skids up the moment the last one of you hops in, ask anything you need and I'll do my best to answer, this whole situation is starting off as a drisa clusterfuck." Leo finished with a tired sounding sigh, a prowler next to theirs sealing up its rear doors in preparation to move out. On their way in the various members of Leo's squad would have seen a pair of CC-32 Orso'dian Dropships, haphazardly modified to include large clamps in place of troop storage, coming for landing where the Prowlers usually exited.

It was Chaos, something they were specially trained to deal with.
 
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Arbitrated

The Smollest Smol
FM of Elysia
Prowler Garage

"Why the surge? Is it a hotzone?" First to join the scene was Arynn, the sleek Fennec still shifting some uncomfortable folds of her undersuit into place as she held onto a drone with a spare arm. The techie was frankly a bit excited to try the newly-approved hardware in a proper mission, but there would always be the pre-operation nerves. Sometimes... People don't make it back.

"Have we caught wind of that relay again?"
 

Chaos Havik

Active Member
A lot had happened between the events at the safe house, and now. The renewed alliance was certinly one of the biggest. Once more they were allied to the tall ear and tail-less Dura look-a-likes called humans. Further more they even got to meet and train with some of the Special-Forces of this distant Star Imperium which was definitely an eye opener seeing the difference the two factions had in terms of their military forces and applications. Still he was a bit put off at just how many of them seemed to have willing hacked away their own flesh for that of soulless machinery, as open as he tried to be to the aliens it remained something of the feeling of the uncanny valley. Still he couldn't deny that the though of having a computerized eye that ran the calculations of his rifle for him was appealing, but at the same time the rifles can be programmed to do that themselves, no need to loose an eyeball.

The next mission came to them sudden and jarring, even more so then the last one had been. This time there was no real time to prepare they had to cover everything quickly and would soon be boots on the ground. "Do we at least have satellite shots of the area?" He asked. It would be hand for him if he could have some idea where the best spots to set up would be, and even where they might find enemy snipers to pick off before they got their chance at things
 

Primitive Polygon

Well-Known Member
"If the timing is anything ta goo bai, they are probably still processin' those shots." A gruff unfamiliar accent informed Limr'viad Kil'nda. Looking pretty much exactly like his errant daydreams, this Shukaren Daur had a black and glossy, clearly Nep-tech prosthetic arm right up to the shoulder. It looked almost comical considering their typically stout size, though they were enough of a robust little creature that they maintained some balance; Not in military uniform, but maybe with some history?... Eyepatch, and the opposite arm sitting pretty useless in a sling... "...Erm, Zuia'ne Yinri Abravin, is tah name. Vlun'har Robotics... Sent me ta' keep an eye on ya tech, and seems a good-o time ferh it tuo!"

Female? Female. Brown uniform from some weird tech company.

Carried a tripod over one shoulder that had a weird little antenna on the end, cables dangling down to a big battery pouch on the left side of their waist.

"Gravity an' magnetech' multi-sensah. Should give ya somethin' to shoote at, at least." A brief grimace, one ear going lower, and a wag of the tail. "Erm... Can ya tell me oo's ya leader tho sonny?... T'was only in tha' yooth breg-aid I was..."
 
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