LUU Chpt 1-2

==Let Us Unite - Chapter 2 -==
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===Undercover Surveillance===
Date: June 17th, 2856
Location: Carver V, Capellan Confederation(former Terran Hegemony world)
Lieutenant Michael Brown pointedly refused to look at the rest of Team One while they slowly walked into the HPG compound. He didn't want to give away the objectives or that they were agents before they even started. Meanwhile, a sleepy Comstar Guard looked at the group before stopping them.
 
"Name, and business in the HPG complex," the bored and overweight man pulled out a battered clipboard.
 
"Mickey," Brown offered with a broad smile. "And this is a part of our trading crew. Gotta send a message back to the family, let them know that we made it to the next stop on our route. That sort of thing."
 
"Yeah, whatever," the Guard shrugged. "Just don't cause any trouble. You don't want to see what happens to troublemakers."
 
Brown exchanged incredulous glances with several of his team members before replying. 
 
"Of course, don't want any problems with Comstar. Would you happen to have a map of the compound? Or perhaps someone who can show us where we need to go?"
 
"Yeah," a paw of a hand reached for a radio on his belt. "Acolyte Jackson, we've got another group who needs to be shown to the message transmission section."
 
The radio crackled in response before a harried young man appeared, adjusting a pair of glasses as his robes flowed around him.
 
"Welcome to the Carver V Hyper-Pulse-Generator Complex," the man waved for them to follow him. "Now, I'll cover some of the new construction as we head towards the message composition center3" the man sneezed into a tissue. "Sorry, I've got allergies. Now, while there are still several portions of the complex under construction, such as the school and hospital, you'll find that…"
 
Brown and his chosen partner waited for an opportune moment to slip away as the Acolyte continued to speak, eventually breaking contact with the group in a place where there was a blind spot on the internal cameras.
 
"Keep him occupied," Brown whispered to his teammate before he vanished, a note left in the woman's hand detailing where they would meet up once the mission had been completed. 
 
"I'm surprised they didn't search our bags," Brown's partner for this mission, Victor Goldstein commented. "Especially when their scans weren't penetrating it."
 
"You saw the guard," Brown replied. "They're complacent. Or at least they are here. Regardless, we can't assume they'll all be like this."
 
The two pulled off their clothes, revealing the sneak suits underneath.
 
"Masks on, we can't be identified if things go wrong."
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"I'm glad they didn't change anything about the actual HPG Stations," Brown muttered as he climbed a ladder that led into the station from the electrical grid maintenance hallways. "Victor, are you still tapped into the security systems?"
 
"Yes, I'm causing disruptions on your entry point now," Victor replied. "You'll have about two minutes to get into the server room."
 
"Let me know when you're ready."
 
"Go!"
 
Brown slipped down the hallway, his suit's adaptive camouflage blending in with the walls as he neared a door panel. 
 
Pulling out a small Noteputer, Brown connected to the panel and began cycling through authorization codes that he'd been given for this mission until the panel cycled and flashed green, the door sliding open as if it were welcoming him home.
 
"We're in," Brown pulled a data core out of his backpack and began loading it with data from the system, the system decrypting the data in the process.
 
"Stop moving," Victor's voice whispered in Brown's ears. "You've got a couple of robes headed in your direction."
 
Brown carefully slipped into the darkness of the room, his suit blending in as a pair of acolytes glanced around before sliding the door open.
 
"You're sure we won't be found in here?" One of the pair asked.
 
"I'm sure," the man grinned. "No one comes down here except for the routine maintenance. There's not going to be anyone coming here for a while."
 
"Good," the woman shirked off her robe, revealing an ill-maintained figure underneath. "That means we can finish what we started earlier in the Precentor's office."
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"And this is the message composition section," Acolyte Jackson finished, his eyes traveling over the group. "When you're done with your messages, simply hit 'send' and we'll collect them so that they can go out with the day's message cycle."
 
"Everything go well?" the woman whispered to Brown.
 
Brown simply gave a small nod, a pained look on his face. 
 
The group then acted like the usual HPG customers, they recorded their messages, and detailed who they were to send it to. The SLIC tech they used to connect to said computers meant that the messages were never actually sent, but to the Comstar Acolytes rendering assistance, nothing was wrong or off.
 
The Terran Hegemony Agents disappeared as they had left, leaving no signs that they were ever there aside from the memories of the people who had seen them. And memories? They were unreliable, at best. At the worst? They wouldn't be able to identify anything more than the features that were commonly shared among the people of Carver V.
 
"You get the data?" Major Capell asked once they had all returned to the Messenger. 
 
"Yeah," Brown shuddered. "We got the data. But it'll take time to go through it and understand it. Even if we did manage to get it decrypted. 
 
"We'll have the analysts that we brought with us begin going over it. We need to know the state of things in the Inner Sphere."
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===Training Day===
Date: July 1st, 2856
Location: Bolthole, Terran Hegemony
"My name is Staff Sergeant Matthews! But you will call me Drill instructor, or Sergeant," a man paced in front of the motley group of nobles and civilians. "Let me be the first to welcome you into the reborn Terran Hegemony Armed Forces!" he yelled at the group of civilians who were now dedicating their lives to the military. "Now, I will be perfectly clear. I do not care which noble family you are from, I don't care about what your home life was like, and I do not care, about your Goddamned feelings!
 
"I will be offensive, I will be fucking vulgar, and I will not give a lone solitary fuck how you feel about it. My job is to transform you from sacks of shit, and into soldiers. I will tell you to do things that you don't understand, I will break you physically, and maybe mentally. But the end result will be the best group of soldiers that the Inner Sphere has ever seen. Am I understood?"
 
"Yes, sir!"
 
"Instructors Rodriguez and Ortega will be instructing you on the proper stance of attention. You will treat my words as if they were from God himself, and their words as if from his Prophets."
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"I thought Matthews was dead," Hazen glanced at Colonel Schmitt. "He'd retired and everything."
 
"Nah," Hanni grinned. "He retired and then got bored. So transferred to the Marines, and was stationed aboard the Tripitz when the Fat Bastard started everything up."
 
"And now he's back in his element," Elizabeth Hazen looked at the group doing push-ups. "You know that he'll break them, right?"
 
"I want him to break them," Colonel Schmitt replied. "The difference is, that I don't just want him to break them. I want him to rebuild them into something that will withstand the future. Elizabeth," Hanni turned to face the young woman. "Regardless of what's happening in the Inner Sphere, what we do here in Bolthole, will make the difference for our people. And we need the Camerons with their heads on straight. We cannot afford another Richard Cameron. So we need Elizabeth to be smart, experienced, and above all else, centered. We're putting her through Boot Camp so that she develops the discipline that Richard lacked. We're tutoring her in politics because Richard was a Dick, and refused to listen to advice or wisdom. The Cameron's very legacy and survival rely on us getting this right the first time. We are not going to get another chance here. The stakes are too high for us to fuck it up."
 
"What do you need me to do, Colonel?" Hazen snapped to attention. 
 
"Start running preparedness drills. Both for attack and defense. We're going to need our people ready to do either at a moment's notice."
 
"And what will you be doing?"
 
"Me?" Hanni turned. "The Black Watch is the OpFor for those exercises. Once you've gotten them started, you need to mount up. We're going to have some fun."
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