Fodmodmadtol
31-05-2005, 21:09
"I know how all of you have been dying to set foot on the colonies."
The SWAT team muttered to each other.
"This is going to be a quick in and out mission. If we're lucky, we'll go unnoticed, and won't get tied up in these idiotic politics. We're not here to make a scene, we're only here to retrieve The Viceroy and The Antigone."
It was a narrow vessel, plated with dark seamless steel. There were two benches along each wall, padded with black cushions and strapped with black buckles. The runners along the division between them illuminated the quarters faintly, the dozen SWAT members donned from head to toe in black. What they were wearing fitting like a glove, clinging tightly to their skin, helmets the only awkward piece of the uniform. The tiny vessel was rocking back and forth, jostling the crew. The three others in the cockpit, no more than five feet away from a SWAT labeled AA ( the leader ), were chattering away on comms and twittering with the controls. A vast expanse of black was the only thing before them, the clock not having passed one.
"When we evacuated all key personnel from Administration-Corporation, we were mistaken in assuming The Viceroy and The Antigone were dead. They managed to escape... Them. Our records show that they were last in Norleans, heading to The Great Sixth Reich. We're landing in an Enterprise Association Aeroport, in Prague. There we have a contact whom we'll meet up with, who has information regarding our objective. We'll receive further orders from the Hierarchy upon contact."
The pilot up front shouted something back to SWAT AA, and waved his hand. SWAT AA waved to the dozen SWATs before him, and they all braced for landing.
"Remember... In and out... Don't be seen... Don't make contact... And even if it means death... Don't become captured..."
The SWAT members nodded grimly, and flipped their visors down. Every single one of the dozen gripped their guns a little too tightly as the landing craft came to a shuddering halt, shaking violently as it collided with the ground. The hatch at the far end of the landing craft, at the end of the runners, was released. The SWAT rushed out into the night of Prague. The last SWAT member had just stepped from the landing craft when it sealed the hatch. By the count of three, boosters were charges, and the vessel blasted into the sky. When the dust had cleared, and the soft whine of the landing craft was lost in the mingled roar of air traffic over Enterprise Association Aeroport Prague, there was no sign such a mission has ever been initiated.
The SWAT team muttered to each other.
"This is going to be a quick in and out mission. If we're lucky, we'll go unnoticed, and won't get tied up in these idiotic politics. We're not here to make a scene, we're only here to retrieve The Viceroy and The Antigone."
It was a narrow vessel, plated with dark seamless steel. There were two benches along each wall, padded with black cushions and strapped with black buckles. The runners along the division between them illuminated the quarters faintly, the dozen SWAT members donned from head to toe in black. What they were wearing fitting like a glove, clinging tightly to their skin, helmets the only awkward piece of the uniform. The tiny vessel was rocking back and forth, jostling the crew. The three others in the cockpit, no more than five feet away from a SWAT labeled AA ( the leader ), were chattering away on comms and twittering with the controls. A vast expanse of black was the only thing before them, the clock not having passed one.
"When we evacuated all key personnel from Administration-Corporation, we were mistaken in assuming The Viceroy and The Antigone were dead. They managed to escape... Them. Our records show that they were last in Norleans, heading to The Great Sixth Reich. We're landing in an Enterprise Association Aeroport, in Prague. There we have a contact whom we'll meet up with, who has information regarding our objective. We'll receive further orders from the Hierarchy upon contact."
The pilot up front shouted something back to SWAT AA, and waved his hand. SWAT AA waved to the dozen SWATs before him, and they all braced for landing.
"Remember... In and out... Don't be seen... Don't make contact... And even if it means death... Don't become captured..."
The SWAT members nodded grimly, and flipped their visors down. Every single one of the dozen gripped their guns a little too tightly as the landing craft came to a shuddering halt, shaking violently as it collided with the ground. The hatch at the far end of the landing craft, at the end of the runners, was released. The SWAT rushed out into the night of Prague. The last SWAT member had just stepped from the landing craft when it sealed the hatch. By the count of three, boosters were charges, and the vessel blasted into the sky. When the dust had cleared, and the soft whine of the landing craft was lost in the mingled roar of air traffic over Enterprise Association Aeroport Prague, there was no sign such a mission has ever been initiated.