Division One: Episode VI: The Way of the People..

## Overview

~Taking Place the sametime as Episode One~

The moment the Helicarrier would’ve landed on the outside of the tarnished city three Warriors would’ve stepped out towards their mission. It was their job to fix an broken satellite within this sector. But ten min after their departure  a commanding officer would’ve been in sector 12 of the carrier speaking to three Operatives. It seemed Barnabas and the rest of Zawa corp had other issues dealing with this forsaken City something more sinister for the Warrior’s taste.

The Officer would’ve stood infron’t of an A.I grid explaining their mission to them as fast as he could. They needed to finish this before the Warrior's returned, they could not expose their secrets to the outside faction.

“The City your entering has been studied by the Vessel, these people are controlled by the Authority we have lost the power to control the expansion of The City due to the chaotic and insecure manner of its growth. Without intervention by us we cannot reestablish control over The City nor the Safeguard. This organization as well is a mecha manufacturer. It is inhabited by humans known only as the 'Pandemic, It is controlled by a central AI, and has a collective of Six other A.I’s; one controlling each city. The Collective AI was created in an effort to prevent insanity, however, in the end it didn't work out. The central AI shows increasingly irrational behavior with its use of technology, and its gravity furnace.

The AI isolated itself from the outside using a treaty from the Governing Agency. We sent our own man a splitter agent to go discover the A.I but he has not made contact in a few weeks we need you Operative to find him. From our satellite he should be in one of these three buildings, DO NOT expose your mission to anyone not even the Warriors attending this mission. We can't have too many ears on eyes on what we're doing, and if you come across the authority you have permission to kill there wanted in our city we can't allow any of them to know what we're planning.  That is all. Now get to the barracks and prepare for the Mission.

**Nayelle;**

Her golden eyes scanned the A.I. grid filled with a variaty of images spread out on top of the City's mapping, a deep exhale broke through Nayelle's lips just at the thought of having to wear that suit again. - She never was a fan of the Agency's uniform, but after they had found her when the escape pod crashlanded just a few miles away from the Vessel City, the Agency practically took her in and took care of her, studied her and trained her. It was a new start for Nayelle and if it payed the bills, she'd reluctantly wear the suit but most of the time it would've been 'torn' from the mission she was sent on. - When her officer had done his say, Nayelle re-directed her eyes to the two other operatives called to the briefing, she was never one to get along with others that well.. She knew this wasn't going to be any different.

She nodded her head towards the Officer and turned around to head to barracks to get changed into *that* horrible suit. Taking her time with it while she was at it, Nayelle knew that the mission was urgent but she also knew that the Agency could count on her, she always finished her task in time.. most of the time that is ..

It wasn't long until Nayelle reached the barracks, placing her hand on the lasergrid to gain access, the door slid open and the lights switched on. Nayelle's little corner was a simple one, not many decorative pieces, simple and basic, still the way it was when the Agency appointed her to her quarters.. aside from a few dents and scratch marks on the wall her bed was set against... Her lips curled down with disgust as she opened up the chest infront of her bed only to see a brand new uniform neatly folded, she grunted and let out a deep sigh before taking the suit, placing each piece on her bed and putting it on. Not even taking in that others would see her get undressed in the process, overal her body was fair with the occasional scar here and there, placed on her by the '*Visitors'*back when she was kidnapped on her homeplanet.

***"I hate this thing.."*** she muttered under her breath taking a look in the mirror, that was hung on in between some beds, as she was fixing that damn tie. She had left the top two buttons untied as well as the two bottom ones and only had one side of her shirt tucked into her pants. She kept her usual boots on which were mostly covered by the width of the legs of her pants. On her hips she had a holster, with a perfect fit for her blaster, that was held up by a belt, mostly covered by the suit's jacket. Most of the time she'd have her hair up into a ponytail, but today she was feeling frisky and decided to let her shoulder length chocolate locks hang loose. On the inside of her jacket was a small pocket that was just big enough to fit in a small pack of cigarettes and her lighter.

***"Well, it's the best I can do...for now.."*** Nayelle's lips curled up into a sly smirk, planning to get the suit torn as soon as possible. Flopping herself on top of her bed with her left arm placed behind her back and her left leg bend up to get comfortable before taking out her pack of ciggarettes and lighting one up, taking a deep inhale and blowing out the grey smoke.

**Olh Prezzor**

Olh Prezzor aka "The Oppressor" was known as a top criminal hacker among the underground but what most people did not know was that he was really an undercover agent for the Division of Operatives. He worked as a Operator for them and also part time hacker which was likely why Draas assigned him to this mission. All he knew was that he would be briefed once he got to his location and that he could not refuse. Olh Prezzor of course could not refuse but still wished he didn't have to.

When he reached the platform for the hellicarrier, he arrived in his Dexus R8, a special customer hover bike that was illegal in most parts. Just the engine sound alone would have gotten him locked if he didn't have special clearance from the Division. However it wasn't like many vehicles could keep up even if they tried to stop him. Nevertheless, Prezzor showed up just in time in order to venture inside the carrier. Once inside, his red cybernetic eyes began to scan the room, taking notice of the two women before his eyes feel upon the AI. His jaw dropped in awe at aspiring technology in front of him. "Wow never thought I would live long enough to see one of these bad boys." He muttered under his breath as he came closer. He was half-hearing what thier briefing officer was telling them due to the fact he had a knack for technology. In fact, he often wanted to get his hands on a few pieces from AI technology for his own creation he had been working on in secret. It seemed this was his chance to get his hands on some tech.

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 "Great when do we start?" His answer would be for him and the team to head to the barracks and ready themselves. Prezzor would look to his associates, not really thinking much of them but at least he wouldn't be alone so...good trade? He turned to head back to the his bike and revved the engine once which thundered in the room before driving off toward the barracks.

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Sometime later, Prezzor was looking at himself in the mirror. He honestly did not like the whole black on white suit attire. He quickly changed his white shirt for a black one and his jacket and slacks for a dark grey. He then lastly placed visor on his nose. He grinned as the red eyes flowed behind the dark visor. "Well well I'm a sexy devil if I do say so myself." He chuckled then went on to place his Rolex Astro-tech upon his wrist, dual Condor .45 in the holster under his arm, and lastly, grabbing his Orbital O/D droids. These droids were his prized possession as he was the sole creator and no one else had them in existence. While he had the options of patenting and selling theses things for a profit which would have surely made him rich, He and the division knew how disastrous it would have been if they fell into the wrong hands. The only reason why they didn't take these weapons away from him was because of the fact he would have have sent out blue prints to every single gang in the galaxy if they ever tried to part him from his toys. He placed his hand on his Rolex and began to type in a holoscreen which then caused the droids to blink and orbit around Prezzor. Prezzor then walked away from his walk in closet to a drawer and pulled out two concussion grenades just in case. "Welp, I think I am done here so...time to make love to some sweet AI."

**Diantha Baskerville;**

On her home planet of Bersa Diantha had never seen an Al before now, to her people they were never even deemed as ‘useful’ due to an open wave length that allowed for her people to communicate or through the use of the planet itself to relay a message to a further destination. Once the briefing came to its conclusion Diantha’s head turned to look at the others that stood alongside her to discover that she was the tallest among her fellow operatives though this came as no surprise considering her people seemed to be taller than most.

It didn’t take long for the three to give their responses of acceptance as though they had a choice before making way to the Barracks. Diantha had never given too much attention to those that shared a room with her but it was no surprise to her that the smaller female that had been in the meeting was headed in the same direction due to her sometimes-disruptive presence and unwelcomed smoking that caused Diantha claws to curl even though their beds were at opposite ends of the room. Unlike the smaller female Diantha was
already dressed in most of her suit when she found out about the meeting as she gathered that they would likely need to change any way so simply left behind her blazer that lay waiting for her on the bed. The black suits were a far cry from what she was used to on Bersa where the clothing was far more flowing and flamboyant in comparison, though just like others on the Operatives Diantha had made a few changes to her attire. Unlike others the Berserkerian’s culture demanded that Diantha had a mask on no matter the occasion as her face belonged to the Bersa itself and just as one might assume this lead to quite some speculation about what lay beneath it.

Closely following the brunet haired woman until the two were in the barracks Diantha would make her way over to her own bed to collect the black blazer that lay across the white sheets **“still dull as ever”** she would sigh from behind an elaborate black and gold mask that accentuated her looming height further with embroidered gold ears that lifted from the facial adornment. covering the back of the mask was a white hood with matching golden and black trim that slipped over the masks ears to keep it in place as well as wrapping below her jaw and neck were it fastened to a gold strip that lay over her breasts, the fasten itself was part of a waist coat that covered Dianthas back and wrapped around the front to fasten below and above the bust by either the gold strip that lay across her bust or by two golden hook an eyes that came together seamlessly below her bust keeping the waistcoat flush to her body until it reached the back of her neck where it was apparent the hood and waistcoat were one of the same. At the back of the waistcoat were two more easily detachable fasteners that held in place the handle of a whip that Diantha often had on her person, the length of the whip itself ran down her back and in to the back of her trousers where it would curl down the length of her left leg only to attack to another quick release attachment at the top of one of her boot that possessed a hidden blade in the heal of them. once her blazer was on however it allowing for the handle of the whip and its entrance in to her trousers to remain hidden entirely when she would slip her blazer on. Around her waist was a holster much like that of the other woman that she could see changing at the far end of the room though this one was designed for two forearm length blades that possessed an immense beauty to them and where on par to the strength and sharpness of her claws. Apart from these additions Diantha kept very much to the clothing regulations that were required of them even though the only parts of her tie could visibly be seen resulting in her sometimes removing this from her attire.

As it didn’t take long for the Berserkerian to ready herself Diantha stretched out her back and arms before turning her head when familiar sent corrupted her sense of smell only to discover it was the other woman casually
smoking in the Barracks yet again. Taking a deep breath Diantha made her way to the exit of the room only to reach out and snatch the cigarette out of the females mouth and drop and crush it against the wall by her bed **“Disgusting”**

### **DM**

**After their time in the barracks their commanding officer was now awaiting for them to come into the Ward room. It seemed their mission was now about to be in motion, the moment they would’ve all been prepared the vault doors of the Helicarrier would soon open exposing them of the outside lands that awaited before them. Their officer would’ve now pointed towards his grid, showing them a few check points they should check within the border of the damaged city. Their first stop would’ve been the old train tunnels within the city it was the first and last place the operative made contact with them.**

**“Your first stop with be the Tunnels, make no contact with anyone.. I hate repeating myself but its so urgent that you guys pay attention to what I’m saying. If you do make contact tell people that your travelers or workers within the city. Which is why the Operatives has placed a chip inside your suits to make your clothing different to the outside eye.”**

**With a press of a button their suit would quickly turn into rags and torn clothing, they needed to fit in with everyone else. Hell they even needed to look like smugglers this was a top undercover mission. He would then hand them a radio which they could use to contact him at any moment, with him finishing explaining the small details he would allow them to be off from the Helicarrier and onto the outside world.  After a few miles of walking they would approach the gate that would lead them inside the city which was protected by three smugglers. “Who the hell are you?” One of the guards said.**

**Nayelle**

**"Hm?.."** Nayelle opened one of her eyes when she felt the filter of her cigarette being snatched from between her lips, glancing up she saw a tall masked figure standing right above her, she recognized this one from the briefing earlier. Her eyes then slowly followed her stretched arm which was crushing the cigarette against the wall that was closest to her bed, with her enhanced hearing, Nayelle could hear the seering core of the cigarette being extinguished from the little force it took to put it out. Her eyes narrowed and her upper lip curled up, feeling a vain pop up on her forehead as she was filled with anger over this seemingly minor incident, her now curled up lip would show some K-9 fangs growing as her eyes would slightly change a lighter color.

- This always happened to Nayelle when she got irritated or angry at someone or something, for a moment she could lose control over herself and give in to the 'cursed beast' ,that she now called her ancestory blessing, but most of the time she could quickly regain her usual composure. - A low growl came from the depths of her stomach **"Wh.. Hey! I was enjoying that!"** Nayelle pushed herself up from her bed, her short height not even intimidating the tall being, reaching out her right hand for a swing in an attempt to 'slap' off the mask but it didn't even budge.. She wasn't even sure of the female had felt the force of her blow.

==Ding==
With a clenched jaw, Nayelle let out a grunting sigh as she heard a voice speak over an intercom unit, it was time to leave. "You got lucky this time Missy..." with that said, Naya turned towards the exit and stomped out of the Barracks after janking a pair of black and blue leather gloves off of the little nightstand next to her bed and made her way over to the Ward room, awaiting for the other two to start the mission.

When all three Operatives had arrived, Nayelle stood on the right side of the large vault doors next to a pillar that would've been handy to hold on to once the once they opened. Though she might not show it or seem very smart, one of her best features was the heightened intelect an Asterian possesses. Looking over at the grid she was able to pinpoint and memorize all of the checkpoints that were shown on screen. Bringing her arm around the pillar and bracing herself as the doors slid open, a cold rush of air bursted through the doors making it's way around the Ward Room and dancing in between the four people present.

Though one thing she didn't expect to hear, the suits they were wearing must've been new models, she was never aware of this thing. With slightly widened eyes Nayelle looked down and blinked a few times with a slightly shocked expression on her face. Her suit changed into ragged clothing all in tones of browns, greys and greens. Though it still wasn't an attire that she really liked but it was way better than the suits. **"Well, I wasn't expecting this.. must be a new model huh?"**

Nayelle strapped on her gloves tighter and was the first to leave the Hellicarrier, **"Let's do this!"** she spoke with determination in her voice and sprinted towards the wall next to the doors, which held a variaty of landing gears such as parachutes, gliders and many more. Nayelle was always an adventurous one, the more danger the more fun. She grabbed one of the surf-gliders and jumped out, spreading her arms and legs openwide as she made her decent whilst a second sheer eyelid would cover her eyes and protect them during the freefall.

Waiting for the right moment before activating the glider, positioned it underneath her feet and pushed the button to activate it. Soon enough it would start up and Nayelle was ready to surf down, looking behind her occasionally to see if the others had followed her by now. After some time she reached the ground lighting up another cigarette as she awaited the other two to reach the ground.

**Olh Prezzor**
Olh Prezzor walked out of his barracks the moment he heard the voice over the speakers. He was already more than ready and was heading towards the same direction as one of his female colleagues. He stood to left of her making the middle man and began inputting the details of the mission into his Rolex as the Droids continued to orbit around him.

Inside the carrier that was taking them to their first location, Prezzor was running schematics for a map of the area as to pinpoint the most likely areas their lost operative would be. As he was doing so, he caught a whiff of something and made a loud sneezed. He would then look to either one of his companions. "Either one of you have a dog by any chance?" He would pull out a handkerchief and use it to blow his nose before stuffing it back into his pocket. "My allergies are getting the best of me. "
It was almost time to departure when Prezzor heard of his suits capabilities. He activated his suit in which transformed everything he was wearing except for the visor into rags of black and dark brown. He kinda liked the shawl that came with it as well as the brown hood but seeing how his shades didn't match what he was wearing, he took them off and placed them under the shawl. Now came the part Prezzor dreaded...he looked out from the carrier to see the first female jump out with no problem. He then placed his hand to his ear in order to speak with his briefing officer. "By any chance could you land this thing instead?" The radio was silent and Prezzor sighed before jumping in place to work past his fears. "Okay you got this...they wouldn't give you a faulty parachute if they wanted you to be successful in the mission right?" He said to himself before he strapped on the parachute to his back. He stood out to the edge and looked out then turned to look behind him. "Um....mind giving g me a hand?" He made it clear he wanted to be pushed out with the hand motion before turning back to the open air and closing his eyes. If the other girl did push him out, he would fall out of the carrier screaming his head off. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!" He would quickly grab the string and pull on it making his parachute open up widely and making his slowly hover down to earth. Once he landed, he asked either one of the females if they had a cigarette to calm his nerves. However while he was in the middle of asking, three strangers approached them asking who they were. Prezzor quickly turned to them and smiled. "Ah were just a bunch of smugglers looking for a new trade route. I hear the federation is cracking down a lot lately." He nervously chuckled then looked to the other two to back him up.

**Diantha Baskerville;**

As the cigarette smouldered out of life Diantha released it from her grasp so that it fell to the ground lifelessly only to be confronted by the shorter female who shot up from her bed like a rabbit out of a hole in a
fury that resulted in a rather ineffective blow to the side of the Berserkerians mask. the attack itself was hardly even felt, though the attempt caused a sense of amusement to Diantha as she watched to small pocket of anger storm
out of the barracks with her gloves before following a meter or so behind.

It took no time at all for the three Operatives to find
their way to where the Officer in the helicarrier stood to give a final briefing of their mission. Diantha stood to the side of the only male out of the
selected operatives for the mission as she studied the map that was lay out before her, though her eyes were hidden from the world making it hard to understand what it was she looked at it was rare that Diantha ever missed a step. However at the mention of her clothing changing Diantha could help but
look over her shoulder to the other two opratives to see them dressed in rags **“…..I take it back, there is something more dull then these suits”** with a disapproving sigh the tall woman activated her suit that also changed the white and golds of her hooded waistcoat to plain and neutral colouration that soon matched the rest of her suit that became a dishevelled mess. Despite the change in clothing there was still something that caused Diantha to stick out like a sore thumb in
comparison to the others she was set to work with and that was the elaborate
mask that her race adorned upon their face. Grasping at the fabric that bundled around her neck the Berserkerian lifted the fabric so that it hid the lower half of the mask at the same time as the golden ears that sat atop her head
sank down against the side of her head causing her to be able to pull the hood
further forward over her mask.

This mission meant that she couldn’t stand out with something that looked so extravagant so hiding her mask was the best way of fixing the problem, to try and hide it further the contrasting blacks and golds of her masks subdued to a bland black and brown. The reason that Diantha was able to do this was due to the fact the masks her people adorned were actually made of a natural organic material that come only from their mother planet, each individuals mask could shift and change fitting to only one sole making so that no two masks could ever be the same like that of a snowflake. Needless to say Diantha was not best pleased with having to dull the characteristics of her mask due to the significant meaning that they held to her people, though if they wanted to
remain undetected this had to be the case.

In the short space of time it took to hide her mask it
seemed that one of her fellow Operatives had already taken to the wind leaving the other to hop on the spot like an infant needing to relive themselves as he prepped himself for the jump **“(Olh Prezzor)Um….mind giving me a hand?”** Shaking her head
slightly Diantha made her way over to the opening to the outside world where the man stood waiting for ‘a hand’ and just as any good partner would Diantha selflessly obliged….. with her foot. Using the base of her boot the tall female
placed it square against the man’s back before kicking him out of the plan and grabbing her own parashot that allowed her to take to the wind. “**You must be kidding?”** with a tone of amusement and admittedly some shock the Berserkerian couldn’t help but laugh to herself as the man screamed out as he descended to the ground alongside the first that jumped who now happily lit a cigarette between her lips.

It took a short time for the three to stand side by side
discarding their landing gear to the wasteland of a planet **“The planet is a disgrace”** and compared to her own flourishing planet it really was, however there was no
time to reflect as the three were confronted by a rather unpleasant trio. There was a somewhat nervous response from one of her Operative companions as he tried to give a response to the men that approached them however the Dianthas looming figure took a step forward so that she now stood to the side of the other female of the group aiming to place her thumb and index finger at the end of her cigarette to put it out below her thick skin **“Apparently a black market trading hub was extinguished on Merrip not too long ago, luckily we got the heads up before actually arriving. So that’s what’s lead us here, any problem with that?”** Unlike her companion Dianthas voice didn’t waver on her statement and hidden behind layers of rags and mask removed any risk of a lie being written across her face.

### **DM**

“Smugglers huh?” All three Hunters looked at them with a bit of disbelief but without any order or proof of who was who he had to take their word for it. All three would quickly move out of the way and head towards the guarding Gate. It took one good push from all three men to have the gate open completely and once inside the three Operatives would be face to face with the ruin city. Whoever was the first to walk through the place looked like a major shithole, trash was everywhere along with thousands if not hundreds of settlers all around in broken down buildings for home. But looking up to one of the higher buildings they were able to see the crash of what the Warrior’s satellite did to some of the buildings it seemed it crashed through several before landing far north.

“You should watch out for those Tourist, they entered the wall not to long ago..Well they didn’t pass without paying the toll of course 600 credits.”

So far it seemed their mission was going well no one knew about their affiliation with the Operative nor the Vessel. They seemed to blend in perfectly in this outcast of a city, with no law in these walls anything could happen. Just east of their location where a bunch of smugglers beating the hell out of a hunter who just wished to feed his family. With no money, or resources this city was left in shambles. Soon enough the com’s of the only male in the group would’ve ringed in his ear. On the other end of the com had been none other than their commanding officer.

“Come in Prezzor.. We have a reading that the Warriors are just north of your target, you must make it around the tunnel section to reach GPS we have on the Operative soldier.”

His words were simple and quick soon ending the com call, and as he said was true they would’ve reached the tunnel section of the station. They needed to go through the west wing seeing there was a set of stairs that led through the main lobby and the west wing.

**Nayelle**

Nayelle was seated down on a larger rock enjoying her cigarette which was almost halfway done by the time the second teammate landed, she heard his scream on her way down, thinking to herself ***'So much for being stealthy'*** then reaching to the inner pocket of her clothing to take out her packet of cigaretts and offering one to the male who was still noticable shaking from the adrenaline rush from the free fall. **"Here, careful though, they're quite heavy.."** Quickly tugging the pack away when she looked up to see the masked woman was close to landing, her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips curled up in disgust remembering what happened earlier that day. While the other two were packing their parachutes, Nayelle hid the gliderboard on her back beneath the dark brown cloak she wore, figuring it might be of use later on in their mission.
When the three guards approached the team, Nayelle kept silent and only nodded in aproval as the other two spoke, taking a last wiff of her cancerstick before throwing the stumb away and following the Guards towards the gate into the City.

Once inside the walls of the now ruined City, Nayelle seemed a little startled **"Damn, it's even shittier up close compared to the view we had on the ship."** A sudden trail of stench creeped up her nostril, sending a shiver all over her body in a responce **"Oh god, what is that stench?! It smells even shittier than it looks."** She waved her hand infront of her nose in attempt to wave away the odor.
A few streets in to the City now, Nayelle looked around and couldn't believe her eyes, all she saw was dispair, people living in shacks and housings that seemed like they could cave in at any given moment, crime happening around every corner. **"Who would want to live in a place like this.. Geez."** Nayelle knew she couldn't do anything to help these people, or it would've blown their cover, she did her best to ignore what was around her and took out another cigarette from her pack, upon raising her lighter her ears twitched to the sound of the com-message that the male had recieved, through the ambience of the City, Nayelle couldn't actually hear what the message said, only small bits of it. Continueing to light her cigarette she then turned towards the male **"So what's the news from headquarters..uhm.. wh.. what was your name again?"** It only now occured to her that even though she'd seen her teammates around the Agancy before but she never really knew who they were, it wasn't easy for Nayele to make actual friends due to her lack of social skills, but she figured it'd be easier to know their names just in case. **"Hmm, My name's Nayelle, I'd say most of my friends call me Naya, but I can count those people on one hand.."**

**Olh Prezzor**
Once the tall women had given a much better story than Olh Prezzor could have thought of on the fly, he turned back towards the smugglers and grinned. "Ah you see, now please we wouldn't want to waste more time. " he walked past the smugglers before turning around to face both of the girls "whew...great thinking." He would then extend his robotic hand to his lips to place the cigarette given to him then light it. He inhaled sharply before throwing it away. He then exhaled and shivered his body as he closed his eyes before opening them again. He then extended his hand to them both. "I suppose names would be good about now...I am Olh Prezzor but you can just call me Prezzor. I am a hacker for the Operatives and sniper although luckily for me I'm not hunting to kill."

He then turned around and placed his hand to his ear as he received an incoming message. He then transferred the information to his wrist Rolex which then blew up into a large holo picture for him as his team to look at. "Okay so where here and Hq thinks our target it here.." he pointed from the green dot which was them to the red dot which was thier destination deep in the town. This made things slightly complicated for Prezzor as he didn't like going deep into unfamiliar territory without being able to see farther than what was in front of him, in other words without a scope. He sighed then then commenced with a sequence for one of his orbital droid to search ahead of them just in case the team came across anything. " so ladies tell you what, I will take the back while you two make the front of the sides and that way I can focus on my screen." He held up his Rolex and began to remote control the flight and distance of his droid much like a drone.

As they started to go deeper into the city, the smell was as bad as it looked and Prezzor was having a hard time getting used to it. He kept his eyes glued to the screen not just for the fact that he didn't miss anything on it, but also for he fact that he couldn't make eye contact with any of these poor souls. He knew the struggle and seeing this brought dark memories of his past. He hoped they would reach thier destination quick.

**Diantha Baskerville;**

As they were let through the gate by the three guards
Diantha pushed forward only to be greeted by the male in the group complementing
the quick thinking *“Someone had to”* The tall woman wasn’t ill tempered or mean
but was far more to the point then perhaps others were. Much to her own disgust
Diantha watched as the man who she had just spoken to lit up a cigarette before
quickly discarding it to the ground after a single huff “What is it with you
people and those things?” she would growl under her breath before listening to
the others gibing out their names “My name is Diantha Baskerville of planet
Bersa”

 By the time the three had introduced themselves to one
another they were given the next set of information via an ear piece that
prezzor possessed that allowed him to show both herself and Naya what lay ahead
for them on his map. following everything that the two were being told Diantha
nodded before then looking back to the man when he suggested they walk in front
so he could keep his eyes on the map “Alight, just don’t forget to tell us
where were meant to be going”

The festering pit
that would be the domain of this Operatives mission that seemed to take her
fellow team mates by surprise the deeper they walked in to the city to see
people living out on the roads and creases of buildings as they went about
their daily life. The tall woman looked between those who swelled like a flock
of birds around them then back to her teammates a few times noticing how the
pair seemed to want to concentrate on anything but the eyes that set upon them
causing her to shake her head somewhat until she decided to talk up after the
group ignored a young woman pass by “If you feel pitty for them don’t ignore
them, they are alive just like you and I so give them the decency of your acknowledgment
of their existence. At the end of the day, whatever you and I do with our lives
or what they do with theirs, we will all return to what we once were only to be
born to a different body to what might be either a better or worse life than
our previous. So don’t ignore them.” For the Berserkerian’s they believed in
the reincarnation of spirits and that the body was simply a vessel that housed
it so it her these people were not to be avoided and ignored as one day it
could one day be your sole in this cage that they lived in.

### **DM**

**It seemed the team was able to get along through their journey, hopefully this new sign of friendship will aid them in their journey. As they now approached the west wing of the station it would’ve seemed dead within the station. But if they drew near inside they would began to hear voices along with boots hitting against the ground. Each step closer inside the station caused a mist to rise. After the mist was done, only the silver glow of the moon feebly peered through the mess. The mist had done its job; it had hidden this place from sight. There was something moving in the dark, there was someone in the dark!**

**Mercer: What the fuck was that!” Mercer yelled out if it wasn’t for their satellite in their sights. Mercer would’ve checked what the hell was inside that train. But the mission was more important to him, he could care less of what laid in the darkness.**

**Across the other platform they would be able to see the WARRIOR squad they were far enough to see them clearly but due to the mist the Warrior squad wasn’t able to see them. It seemed the Warriors were able to fix the satellite that crashed within the station, as for their mission it was just beginning. Each Operatives GPS would ping it seemed they were getting closer to their target. Each step caused the big red blimp on their GPS to pulse harder this meant they were getting closer.  But if anyone was smart  enough to stop the squad they would notice the cart they needed to operate was in the center of the Warriors.**

**It wasn’t until Mercer activated the fuse which cause that same train to pass into the tunnel, the train became out of sight to the Warriors but because of the OPeratives GPS they would have eyes. If they continued to move and reach inside they would soon find a lot more than they were looking for. Two bodies laid to waste inside the train cart, one was an Operative member as the other was an unknown humanoid. Next to the Operative laid a plasma rifle**

**Nayelle**

Nayelle rolled her eyes when Diantha spoke, not believing a words she said about being reborn because Asterians didn't believe in such things, if you died you'd be dead, food for the planet. Most of the times Asterians didn't even bother to bury their lost ones, only the higher well respected members of the clans were lucky enough to get a proper burial. **"I'm not ignoring them, Woman, I'm trying to ignore the fact they are stuck here in poverty and the crimes. We're here on a mission, we're not here to look at these unfortunates.."** Nayelle spoke with a slight tick to her eyebrows from irritation. It did infuriate the Asterian that people were left to live like this, but they could also make their lives better if they really wanted to.

Nayelle kept her eyes on the road ahead that seemed to head towards a station of some sorts. **"Prezzor, is that the place?"** Nodding her head towards the abbandoned, almost haunted looking building.
Upon further inspection, you could see that there was newly added damage to the building from the satelite crashing down, she wondered if the Warrior squad was already there. Looking around every corner before entering a room or a hallway, step by step the team made their way into the station, Nayelle kept her ears open for any threat that they might come across, not knowing if the others had such an advanced hearing as she did, she'd only count herself to blame if she didn't warn them in time.

Eventhough the train station was suppose to be abbandoned, Nayelle could hear footsteps and voices in the distance far long before her allied did **"Careful.. I hear something up ahead..Better watch your steps."** Nayelle hunged down, like a predator slowly getting closer to it's prey as she walked out infront of the group. By now the Olh and Diantha would be able to hear the voices and footsteps as well, but with each step they took a thick mist shrouded them **"Stay close, maybe we can use the mist to our advantage, Prezzor, any eyes on what's ahead?"** Nayelle turned around to face her team and awaited a responce.
But just as she finished her sentence she could hear a bleeping noise coming from her beneath her clothing, **"Hm?, what's this?"** reaching in she pulled out what seemed to be a small gps-system, a red dot pulsing and bleeping on the screen, this must've been the Operative they were looking for, he wasn't that far from where they stood. But from the looks of it, if they didn't find a way into the train unseen the Warrior squad on the other side of the Station would surely see them. **"Any ideas on how we can get on that thing?**" A train wasn't something Nayelle was familliar with, on her home planet Yur'Bum they had far more advanced means of transportation like telemetry systems that would teleport an image of that person to a certain place and go about their day, so she didn't really know what to call it.

**Olh Prezzor**

Olh Prezzor kept to himself even though he clearly hear Diantha. In truth his reasons for not looking at the children was partly because he wanted to remain focused on the mission, but also because as an ex-soldier, thier faces reminded him of the victims he left behind in a brutal war. Many places that were once great were reduced to rubble much like here and for him to acknowledge them would be to acknowledge that what he had done all those years ago was for the greater good. But it wasn't, not for him. He carried that guilt with him all those years which was probably why he felt the need to keep to himself.

Aside from that, he didn't know what to believe as he heard different stories about the afterlife from many nations, all seemed rather good and promising, but also futile for man's future. He also kept that to himself but when his teammate asked about if this was the location, he simply nodded his head, "yes it is."

As they ventured inside what looked like an abandoned subway, with each step they took the most around them grew thicker. Soon Prezzor wasn't able to see ahead with his O/D droid, so he called for it back. As they continued, Nayelle's warning about hearing something made Prezzor stand on edge. He had already caught up with the group to be walking along side them the moment the mist started to increase and now, he was gripping his Condor .45 with a vise- like grip. They then came across a train in which Olh Prezzor had only read about in books. He studied the ancient technology and then placed his metallic hand on the train itself. Prezzor then looked to his wrist watch eyeing the beeping dot on his mini- map. It seemed they were going to have to find a way in...regardless of the warriors being close. "I have an idea..." Prezzor replied to Nayalle's question. He then typed in a programming into his droid which then made it eject a laser. He would grab the droid and press the laser into the side of the train. "Let's hope whatever is out there is not attracted to light." He would then continue to cut an opening just large enough for them to crouch through. If successful, he would take point and let whoever else follow after him in which his eyes would lay upon the dead Operatives, another body, and a blaster rifle. He instinctively picked up the rifle and placed his finger tip on the flash hider in order to see if it was still hot or not.

### **DM**

The Rifle was cold, it would’ve seem as if this Operative and the person that laid next to him had been dead for quite a while now. If any of them checked the bodies they were also cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone, No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Their limbs were soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. Once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The sour stench of the two dead bodies radiated from the train, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. The files seemed to be more focus on a piece of meat which laid by the door of the next cart hundreds of files surrounded it; nothing important seemed to be on either bodies not even a name ID. All the Operative had was a radio which seemed to still be activated along with a phone with a locked Password. Everything else seemed to check out what was next for the OperativeS?

**Nayelle**

Nayelle admired the technology Olh was using, it reminded her of home. The corners of her lips would slightly uplift into a smile in the short moment of nostalgia, Nayelle kept en eye out if the Warrior squad didn't pick up on their actions but it seemed that they were too busy with their own mission. Once one of Olh's droids had finished their job she followed her team inside nodding to Olh's comment, it was dark besides the slivers of moonlight that crept in through some crooks and windows, revealing the ravaged carrier.

There clearly had been a fight, dents in the walls, cracks in the windows, several burned scores in the seats and on the metal walls left behind by a gunfire. Nayelle's eyes would widen as she reached to cover her nose almost immediantly, in her mind cursing her sensitive sense of smell **"Oh fuck.. that smell..They've been here for a while.."** Her face painted in a grimace of disgust as she turned away hoping the putrid stench would somehow be gone but the scent set all around in the cart. **"Urgh.."** With a revolting look she turned back towards the two bodies, she wondered what the other body as doing laying next to the Operative, Nayelle knew better then to question everything, he probably had his own mission to fulfill. **"We should probably report back to headquarters..w-.."** She stopped her words as her eyes caught the rifle Olh had picked up and was checking out by now. **"Can I have that thing? I.. I kind of like guns and stuff.."** Besides an admiration for technology, Nayelle also loved weapons from guns to old fashioned swords and axes. She wasn't much of a collector per sé, she just loved the odd ones. When/If Olh gave her the rifle she checked it out and pointed it around to see how it aimed, mainly towards Diantha but not pulling the trigger.

Keeping the rifle in her hands she then pointed it back to the two corpses "Do they have an ID's on them? Better take a picture as well, maybe with the face-recognition interface they can figure out who John Doe is over here." While one of her teammates would recover items from the bodies Nayelle turned around to peek through one of the windows to see if the coast would be clear, hoping the Warriors would've finished up by now. **"Maybe we should check out some of the other carts as well, there might still be some clues around, maybe they dropped some stuff, at least I'd be away from this horrid smell."** She didn't know if her fellow mates would be on board with her suggestion or if they'd rather call it in and be on their way back to headquarters, turning away from the window to face them with a questioned look on her face.

**Olh Prezzor**

Once inside, Prezzor ventured closer towards two bodies but then quickly turned his face away. He had seen plenty of bodies just like this during the war and it always made him a bit dizzy afterwards. He then turned back towards the bodies but lucky for him, his Oxygen Filterator didn't allow him to smell their bodies. In fact, he couldn't smell anything with this contraption around his covering his nose and mouth. When His partner made the comment about the smell, he chuckled then began to inspect the bodies. When he saw the head wound, he instinctively reached for his weapon, drew it, then racked a laser shot.

"Be on your guard, this guy was executed and the fact that he had his weapon with him and still died likely means they overpowered him before killing him." While still holding the blaster rifle, he checked it to make sure they were some rounds by ejecting the magazine. He then pulled the trigger just to make sure that it would still fire and seeing as it would, he threw it to Nayelle.

Olh Prezzor would then pull up his rolex and a thin sheet of light would scan over the entire body. On his screen, it would pull up the identity of the victim (if legally registered) and the operative. After hearing her suggestion to check the other box cars, he sighed but eventually gave in although he didn't like the idea. "Alright then, but you better be a good shot with that thing...I'll pull and you shoot whatever might be inside if it comes at us got it?" He would then take point once more walking casually to the first box car before raising his pistol. He got a firm grip on the handle and waited to see if Nayelle was in position before pulling hard to swing the door open.

### **DM**

**When Nayelle checked the Operatives body she would’ve found nothing but what seemed to be an SD drive. From her training she know this drive  can function everything a hard drive does, but data is instead stored on interconnected flash memory chips that retain the data even when there's no power present. The chips can either be permanently installed on the system's motherboard. These flash memory chips are of a different types this seemed to be  faster and more reliable. If she tried to read it it would all comed as coding as if she was missing another piece to this drive. Then as it came time to check the other carts on both of their coms their commanding officer interrupt their briefing. Informing them all to report to the drop ship it seemed the Warriors had finished fast than unexpected and they needed to arrive back before they did. They would need to report out and inform the Operatives on what they found. Over and out.. (Each RPC received 1500 Credits. Add on your Bio)**