Thread: Flassche: Project Legion (Under construction!!!)

Time 1230, Date 15-11-2034 Location Germany, 50Km north of Berlin. Objective Debriefing Returning Full squad Five Wraiths, one Seer. The six Wraith soldiers calmly made their way out of the helicopter, nodding to the pilot and then making their way towards the elevator that would lead them back into the base. They quickly stepped inside and were met by two soldiers on duty, men who had just enough training not to gawk at the notorious Wraith members, staring at their nerve tech combat armour and the dried bloodstains that had seeped in on some parts. The soldiers quickly stepped aside and let the team step in the elevator, leading them down into a strong and defendable bunker. Lance could faintly hear the thoughts of the female next to him, Archer, grinning as she wondered just how many minutes of sleep she would have this time before redeployment. He exhaled calmly before the door elevator door opened, earning a worried emotion from his leader, King. When the door opened they were quickly intercepted by a few intelligence officers and physicians. They would first need to do a physical examination and then go into debriefing, with the exception of the squad leader who would be debriefed beforehand, seeing as Intel was vital. Lance was quickly shepherded away from his team members, barraged by questions about his mental health, headaches, dull sensations in the fingers, elevated heart rate, etc. The list went on for the longest time, only stopping when the man was allowed to undress. The medical examination wasnt all that painful or irritating, yet it was time consuming. Just checking his mental and physical health wasnt enough. The man had to undergo several neuro-discharges before they officially released him back to his quarters. If he didnt do the discharges he would get headaches, nightmares and eventually tremors and nosebleeds. He had heard of other linkers dying from these exposures if not treated properly. He still hated the word linker, preferring his code name seer, yet he knew the discharges were important. It was comparable to a diver that has been exposed to the water depth pressure to long, thus he needs to slowly adjust as he comes back to the surface, lest he damages himself from the sudden difference in pressure. He calmly did the test he was required, linking up with four empty nerve suits, then three, two, three again, one, then zero. When he was done he calmly gave the finger to the first doctor who wanted to run an extra test, instead making his way towards the diner, desperate to have a proper meal inside of him that tasted like actual meat, not those cardboard astronaut food that they had to chew through in the field. He noticed one of his team members already sitting in the diner, having a table all to herself. Lance wasnt sure if it was because of her temperate or just the reputation and nickname she had death. When the team had been formed they did a bonding session drawing a Tarot style card at random and sticking with it, Lance had been sceptic at first, yet amazed him how well they matched them all. Their leader King Their sniper The Archer Their heavy weapon specialist The Knight Their close combat specialist Death Their demolition expert The Mage Their nerve-Linker The Seer Lance calmly finished eating his meal and occasionally chatting with his companion Death. She wasnt the most talkative type, having survived things that would shatter most veterans, yet the nerve-links between the two of them have eased the tension somewhat. The first few months had been a silent stare from her end, yet now, Lance could talk about a whole many things without cold silence, surviving and fighting as a team simply breeds companionship, whether you like it or not. Any word from upstairs? He asked, wondering what the upper ranks would think about the Wraiths latest discovery.