- RP Date
- Ye 42
- RP Location
- YSS Shiroyama
The SOFT would be greeted by Kimber with a small fixed-blade knife deftly cutting open the molecure tape keeping a carboard box sealed shut, this box seated inside a heavily-armoured container only a few inches bigger than itself and clearly marking the box’s contents with some level of importance – the auburn-haired operative craning her head as the team filtered in to offer them a curt nod and the faintest of smiles before re-sheathing the knife in a concealed sheath beneath the back of her uniform’s jacket, procuring a vacuum-sealed bag containing a perfectly folded utility jumpsuit and pair of matching boots that she handed off to Mikodimus before returning to the box to repeat the action for each member as she began speaking.
“Good morning Yama-Dura Demons, I hope you all got plenty of rest last night and are prepared for a long day,” Kimber greeted them, her tone conveying some sense of an almost maternal side beneath the professional exterior as she gave them all a once over and continued handing out the bundles.
“While I cannot divulge what our ranger counterpart will be upto I can say that our actions today, should we succeed, and their actions combined should help us gain some insight into the as of yet undetermined third party causing problems for us lately – contained in each of those parcels I am handing out is an artificially weathered jumpsuit each of us shall be wearing during a covert investigated onboard the nearby civilian station orbiting Terra Multa, Northstar Station,” she relayed to them all and sure enough the bundles contained a well-fitted jumpsuit designed for each member of the team’s specific needs, they were a royal blue with black piping and featured some realistic fraying on some of the seams as well as a few faint stains to ensure they seemed authentically used.
There was enough room inside for a vest… or utility harness to be worn beneath it but well-fitting enough to not make them seem overly baggy, the jumpsuits would feel durable and weighty though not overly heavy, complete with a hood, boots and a set of hard-knuckled gloves that could be detached if an individual so desired – overall they were rather generic truth be told, and the reason this such brand had been chosen for them.
“The jumpsuits are to help us blend in as SAOY colours may spook potential leads away though I should explain our purpose for needing to remain covert in the first place – right before the yet-to-be-identified vessel disconnected its docking bay and warped west it beamed a heavily encrypted signal planetside, using a communications array on the nearby station as a node though the staffmember on-duty at the time has since gone missing and the drive with this information has been heavily corrupted, leading us to believe foul play or espionage of some degree is involved,” Kimber continued, finishing handing out the jumpsuits before retrieving a steenplast container that was set down on a nearby bench.
“Protocol dictates you leave any personal or otherwise identifying defects currently on your person in this container until you either return post-mission or are revived in a hemo-tank, whatever you put inside will be put under the watchful care of my daughter Valerie, so you have her word they will be returned as they were when you discarded them,” she reassured the team before reaching into the back of her pants, retrieving the recently used knife and stowing it in the steenplast container as well as her personal communicator as a show of good faith, they’d be more likely to trust her word if her own belongings were in the same situation.
“I have more information to give on the suits, what you will be bringing, your cover and our insertion plan though is everybody on-board so far?”
“Good morning Yama-Dura Demons, I hope you all got plenty of rest last night and are prepared for a long day,” Kimber greeted them, her tone conveying some sense of an almost maternal side beneath the professional exterior as she gave them all a once over and continued handing out the bundles.
“While I cannot divulge what our ranger counterpart will be upto I can say that our actions today, should we succeed, and their actions combined should help us gain some insight into the as of yet undetermined third party causing problems for us lately – contained in each of those parcels I am handing out is an artificially weathered jumpsuit each of us shall be wearing during a covert investigated onboard the nearby civilian station orbiting Terra Multa, Northstar Station,” she relayed to them all and sure enough the bundles contained a well-fitted jumpsuit designed for each member of the team’s specific needs, they were a royal blue with black piping and featured some realistic fraying on some of the seams as well as a few faint stains to ensure they seemed authentically used.
There was enough room inside for a vest… or utility harness to be worn beneath it but well-fitting enough to not make them seem overly baggy, the jumpsuits would feel durable and weighty though not overly heavy, complete with a hood, boots and a set of hard-knuckled gloves that could be detached if an individual so desired – overall they were rather generic truth be told, and the reason this such brand had been chosen for them.
“The jumpsuits are to help us blend in as SAOY colours may spook potential leads away though I should explain our purpose for needing to remain covert in the first place – right before the yet-to-be-identified vessel disconnected its docking bay and warped west it beamed a heavily encrypted signal planetside, using a communications array on the nearby station as a node though the staffmember on-duty at the time has since gone missing and the drive with this information has been heavily corrupted, leading us to believe foul play or espionage of some degree is involved,” Kimber continued, finishing handing out the jumpsuits before retrieving a steenplast container that was set down on a nearby bench.
“Protocol dictates you leave any personal or otherwise identifying defects currently on your person in this container until you either return post-mission or are revived in a hemo-tank, whatever you put inside will be put under the watchful care of my daughter Valerie, so you have her word they will be returned as they were when you discarded them,” she reassured the team before reaching into the back of her pants, retrieving the recently used knife and stowing it in the steenplast container as well as her personal communicator as a show of good faith, they’d be more likely to trust her word if her own belongings were in the same situation.
“I have more information to give on the suits, what you will be bringing, your cover and our insertion plan though is everybody on-board so far?”
