MoonMan
Inactive Member
A short fanfare comprised of soft ringing bells sounded out, signifying a station-wide PA announcement.
"Attention all Cirrus Station personnel. We are now in System P1-9, over planet F121 'Fortuna'. Please note that the Head Administrator has marked this designated orbit for professional purposes and regular work hours are still scheduled. Unauthorized shuttle transfer to and from Fortuna without personal leave or consent from the main office is strictly prohibited."
As the soft-spoken voice echoed throughout the Cirrus, one could almost feel the collective sighs of disappointed men and women. Gold Harbor had been headlining Nepleslian news for the last month or so, with its growing tourism and invested interests for the bounty of natural resources beneath the arid crust. To be floating just out of reach of such attractions was indeed a damper on the already not-so-cheery mood.
The members of Squad 35, on this particular day, were not without their own share of problems. As each member went to retrieve their Cirrus Station Security suits, they would notice that the uniforms were actually not their own. 'Squad 101' stamped clearly across each suit and the nameplates also incorrect, the armor plates still fit relatively well, including Serra and Deacon's unique figures. A quick call to the manager of the armory would reveal that the mistake has been noted, and was probably an error made during maintenance. Contacting the actual Squad 101 also proved to be fruitless; it would appear that Squad 101 was currently planetside already, enjoying a short leave after the exceptional job they performed watching over the tram station during maintenance after the 'issue' a week or so back in time.
Squad 35 received no such honor, however, as Cassefin Montreal had personally made their schedule for the last week, setting them on regular hours and giving them no specific rewards. Word around from the other Savtechs say that Kess was doing fine for the moment, but was being secluded from the system and monitored to make sure she was completely function. Mimi seemed sad by the lack of her presence, but did her best to assist Squad 35 in what they needed of her.
On this particular day, Cassefin had assigned them to guard her, as she descended to the planet below for official business of which she had not specified. The assignment was a formality; Nepleslian Government had a lot invested in the Cirrus Station, and as such all Administrators were to be protected from would-be assassins and such... none of which have ever gone after Cassefin, nor any other administrator. For now, Squad 35 was to meet in Shuttle Bay A12 in front of Cassefin Montreal's personal travel shuttle, suited up and prepared for the journey while they awaited their Head Administrator.
The shuttle bay itself was fairly barren, mostly used for transport of personnel and not cargo or materials. Since this day cycle on Cirrus Station was the same work day as any other for most of the crew, the bay was deserted for the most part, the only others occupying the room aside from Squad 35 being a pair of junkers idly working at an exposed conduit on the far wall. Cassefin's personal shuttle was also harbored in the center of the bay, loading doors open but otherwise empty.
"Attention all Cirrus Station personnel. We are now in System P1-9, over planet F121 'Fortuna'. Please note that the Head Administrator has marked this designated orbit for professional purposes and regular work hours are still scheduled. Unauthorized shuttle transfer to and from Fortuna without personal leave or consent from the main office is strictly prohibited."
As the soft-spoken voice echoed throughout the Cirrus, one could almost feel the collective sighs of disappointed men and women. Gold Harbor had been headlining Nepleslian news for the last month or so, with its growing tourism and invested interests for the bounty of natural resources beneath the arid crust. To be floating just out of reach of such attractions was indeed a damper on the already not-so-cheery mood.
The members of Squad 35, on this particular day, were not without their own share of problems. As each member went to retrieve their Cirrus Station Security suits, they would notice that the uniforms were actually not their own. 'Squad 101' stamped clearly across each suit and the nameplates also incorrect, the armor plates still fit relatively well, including Serra and Deacon's unique figures. A quick call to the manager of the armory would reveal that the mistake has been noted, and was probably an error made during maintenance. Contacting the actual Squad 101 also proved to be fruitless; it would appear that Squad 101 was currently planetside already, enjoying a short leave after the exceptional job they performed watching over the tram station during maintenance after the 'issue' a week or so back in time.
Squad 35 received no such honor, however, as Cassefin Montreal had personally made their schedule for the last week, setting them on regular hours and giving them no specific rewards. Word around from the other Savtechs say that Kess was doing fine for the moment, but was being secluded from the system and monitored to make sure she was completely function. Mimi seemed sad by the lack of her presence, but did her best to assist Squad 35 in what they needed of her.
On this particular day, Cassefin had assigned them to guard her, as she descended to the planet below for official business of which she had not specified. The assignment was a formality; Nepleslian Government had a lot invested in the Cirrus Station, and as such all Administrators were to be protected from would-be assassins and such... none of which have ever gone after Cassefin, nor any other administrator. For now, Squad 35 was to meet in Shuttle Bay A12 in front of Cassefin Montreal's personal travel shuttle, suited up and prepared for the journey while they awaited their Head Administrator.
The shuttle bay itself was fairly barren, mostly used for transport of personnel and not cargo or materials. Since this day cycle on Cirrus Station was the same work day as any other for most of the crew, the bay was deserted for the most part, the only others occupying the room aside from Squad 35 being a pair of junkers idly working at an exposed conduit on the far wall. Cassefin's personal shuttle was also harbored in the center of the bay, loading doors open but otherwise empty.
