DMG
20-06-2007, 07:12
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The Sierra Incident
The story of one of the most threatening events
In the known history of the Dominion...
As seen through the eyes of a ghost who lived it
"Fifteen short minutes ago we had received our first mission briefing in nearly a month. A manila folder slipped under the door of our bunker contained some of the most secretive and classified information in the Dominion. Now our Highwind transport helicopter cut through the air, low over the water to avoid radar detection. It carried only seven passengers, myself included, along with the pilot, allowing it to perform at optimal speeds. The other seven members, including the pilot, were all checking their equipment and reviewing the mission statement they had been given. That was all they had to go on. They were not privy to the information I was; the importance of the information - though obvious based on our involvement - remained unknown to all but me and me alone. That is why as my comrades loaded their guns with fifty-caliber, armor piercing, explosive charged, missiles of god, I stood alone grasping the handle next to the open helicopter door and feeling the mist of the ocean spray up onto my visor. Because of the status and background to this information, there was no plan to be had - even that had been left to my discretion when we landed and analyzed the situation from the ground.
The coordinates I then issued would put us somewhere in the snowy mountains of the Klondike. Apparently, it was home to one of those Dominion bases that didn't exist. An airbase no doubt based on its positioning. This one was codenamed Sierra - a name that would soon become synonymous with what could be the most infamous incident of the last century - not that anyone would ever hear of it. Not if we did our job right - and as a rule we always do our job right. The mission briefing spelled it all out. This classified information had been turned over to me, and me alone to deal with. To make the problem disappear...
One week ago, Central Command had lost all communications with Sierra Base. A satellite passing over the area had reported no unusual activity and it's imaging revealed no disturbances. Nothing was out of place, missing, or damaged. But upon closer analysis it was revealed that there were no people that could be seen on the images either, and that was certainly reason for concern. Normally - well by any means this was not a normal occurrence - but normally the Supreme Allied Commander would have merely sent a small detachment from one of the legions. However, there was another element that made this incident particularly dangerous, damaging, and threatening. Only five weeks prior to the incident, the first clone of Operation New Age had graduated their training and had been moved into regularly military force as they replaced their normal human counterparts. Obviously, the Supreme Allied Commander did not see it as a mere coincidence and recognized the damage it could do to Operation New Age if the clones had been responsible. Trillions of dollars wasted, the future military force destroyed, an operation aborted, and an end to the operation that would either result in the execution of twenty million future soldiers or the greatest displacement in Dominion history. Thus he came to us... to Rogue Force.
Fifteen minutes ago me and my men were tossing cards into a hat and weltering in the heat of our cook-box bunker. Fifteen minutes ago the future of the Dominion had been placed into our hands. Into the hands of ghosts..."
-Journal Entry I
Coded February 23, 2020
Timestamp: 19:20 CLT
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The Sierra Incident
The story of one of the most threatening events
In the known history of the Dominion...
As seen through the eyes of a ghost who lived it
"Fifteen short minutes ago we had received our first mission briefing in nearly a month. A manila folder slipped under the door of our bunker contained some of the most secretive and classified information in the Dominion. Now our Highwind transport helicopter cut through the air, low over the water to avoid radar detection. It carried only seven passengers, myself included, along with the pilot, allowing it to perform at optimal speeds. The other seven members, including the pilot, were all checking their equipment and reviewing the mission statement they had been given. That was all they had to go on. They were not privy to the information I was; the importance of the information - though obvious based on our involvement - remained unknown to all but me and me alone. That is why as my comrades loaded their guns with fifty-caliber, armor piercing, explosive charged, missiles of god, I stood alone grasping the handle next to the open helicopter door and feeling the mist of the ocean spray up onto my visor. Because of the status and background to this information, there was no plan to be had - even that had been left to my discretion when we landed and analyzed the situation from the ground.
The coordinates I then issued would put us somewhere in the snowy mountains of the Klondike. Apparently, it was home to one of those Dominion bases that didn't exist. An airbase no doubt based on its positioning. This one was codenamed Sierra - a name that would soon become synonymous with what could be the most infamous incident of the last century - not that anyone would ever hear of it. Not if we did our job right - and as a rule we always do our job right. The mission briefing spelled it all out. This classified information had been turned over to me, and me alone to deal with. To make the problem disappear...
One week ago, Central Command had lost all communications with Sierra Base. A satellite passing over the area had reported no unusual activity and it's imaging revealed no disturbances. Nothing was out of place, missing, or damaged. But upon closer analysis it was revealed that there were no people that could be seen on the images either, and that was certainly reason for concern. Normally - well by any means this was not a normal occurrence - but normally the Supreme Allied Commander would have merely sent a small detachment from one of the legions. However, there was another element that made this incident particularly dangerous, damaging, and threatening. Only five weeks prior to the incident, the first clone of Operation New Age had graduated their training and had been moved into regularly military force as they replaced their normal human counterparts. Obviously, the Supreme Allied Commander did not see it as a mere coincidence and recognized the damage it could do to Operation New Age if the clones had been responsible. Trillions of dollars wasted, the future military force destroyed, an operation aborted, and an end to the operation that would either result in the execution of twenty million future soldiers or the greatest displacement in Dominion history. Thus he came to us... to Rogue Force.
Fifteen minutes ago me and my men were tossing cards into a hat and weltering in the heat of our cook-box bunker. Fifteen minutes ago the future of the Dominion had been placed into our hands. Into the hands of ghosts..."
-Journal Entry I
Coded February 23, 2020
Timestamp: 19:20 CLT