2020-03-15 The SCAR

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## 2020-03-15 The SCAR

### PCs

Ember Storm
Ibram Blacke

## Log

> **Major Ember Storm**Today, the Major is sitting in his office, awaiting @Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt to show up to discuss mission details.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**With a brisk whiplash of his out grown buzzcut, Ibram busts through the door of the office. A hustle and bustle of paperwork haphazardly contained in failing folders of awkward colors. Once collected, an eye in the maelstrom of chaos, "2nd lt. Ibram reporting." A salute at the expense of holding his paperwork, spilling onto the floor. Resolute and unwavering, Ibram waits for his command to make ease.**Major Ember Storm**Shaking his head, The Major smirks. "At ease, lieutenant. Take a seat." He gestured at the chair across from the desk.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**Ibram, with a sign of surrender, whips both his hands forward noncommitally whisking all of his paperwork forward at the desk before him. All of his paperwork as if guided each paper lays upon each other neatly on the table. Ibram smiles, straightens his shirt, and has a prompt seat.**Major Ember Storm**"Has @Doctor Emma Blake spoken with you yet about our new assignment?" The Major leans back, his olive drab flight suit looking akin to a child's onesie pajamas on his frame.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**Ibram's eye shift furtively to one side as he looks upon the Major... Then roll upward and to the other..." Negative. I recall no assignment."
> the word 'assignment' echoes briefly.**Major Ember Storm**"I assume you are aware of the viral infection causing widespread panic, yes? The Progenitors are working on that, but there seems to be a separate one, hidden among the more obvious infection, which seems to have some extradimensional ties."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**"Indeed." you also hear quiet re-runs of the word, yes.**Major Ember Storm**Pulling out a file, the Major slides it across the desk toward Ibram. "Just giving it a once over, I was able to detect some signs of a pattern, perhaps multiple patterns. You're our statistician, so I wanted you to piece the pattern or patterns together."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**With a slight but meaningful caress-pull towards him. "May I use our lab to work this up?" as soon as ibram touches the file, a portion of his awareness seems obviously diverted. (cursory correspondence, with hopes to utilize the lab for a much more thorough analysis of data over time, aka correspondence over time with a slant towards the spirit/dimsci realm.)\***Major Ember Storm**"It stays within the lab, and is locked in my office when not in use."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**all the weird echoes stop while ibram looks through the sheef pf data...
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> "Aye, sir.." Ibram looks up through his spectacles. "Is this..sensitive?"**Major Ember Storm**"Keep it in house, this house. This was given to us, and if we need outside help, we'll request it through proper channels. That includes even other engineers and iterators of the SCAR." The Major nods to Ibram at this.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**\* with unfailing loyalty, ibram nodes. \* "I'll have answer in a day or so, lemme utilize our in house resources to give you the best answer. How much time donwe have? ibram is oddly giddy when he says the word time."**Major Ember Storm**"ASAP. We want to nip this in the bud before it becomes it's own pandemic and causes another panic."