United Earth Government

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Fort_Master_Gustav The joint team goes through the rear exit and into the main lobby. A large atrium. Empty. “Elevator is this way” Stilton says point two fingers towards the doors of it in the center of the room. The team takes the elevator up. It’s first section is all glass to get a view of the atrium. As it hits the first floor the actual elevators glass becomes an opaque grey as a means to hide the ugly stretcher. Ding. The elevator doors open and the team spills out weapons raised and towards the office where the Narcus should be. The large brown office space disappeared behind them as they enter the office with their weapons raised.

They find the Narcus in a chair slumped over.

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The group of lizards immediatly get into action, they check the pulse and the reactor to light of the Narcrus, then inject some kind of light-blueish liquid into him.
They deploy a small bed where they strap him into, and extract him from the location, surprised that a team of operatives would use an elevator in a building within a lockdown.

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Fort_Master_Gustav The lizards are moved out of the building with their stretcher. Building life seems to go back to normal with people resuming their work quickly. (Since they are surprised the building exits and entrances are locked and the elevator is shut down but I guess was re-activated for the team to use because it is quicker than stairs.)

They are taken back to their ships.

Fort_Master_Gustav

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The GL&M security detachment commander thanks the efforts of the UEG, and informs that the cooperation will be reported to MISE, much to the happiness of both parties. He also informs on more information, detailing that the Narcrus hivemind suicide bombed several stations of The Embassy, however, they also seemed to have been eliminated by an unknown force, now, no more than around 15 Narcrusian hivemind members live. No doubt, this mistery will be solved one day.
He bows respectfully before cutting away the transmission, and FTL'ing away. The Narcrusian in question is carefully analyzed and looked at, before being moved to the temporary medical station.

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Fort_Master_Gustav Shocked after hearing about the embassy attacks. Deemed unjustified and unethical by politicians. Despite hearing the Narcus threat has been eliminated military assets are told to be wary of any Narcus trying to enter UEG space.

Gaunt

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A black, tiny, unmarked ship appears over Gao. A moment later, it sends out a message to the planet surface

Hey. A little birdy tells me you hate the so-called United Earth Government. As it happens, so do I. Permission to come down there and have a little chat with your leader? I think we can really get some things done if we work together.

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Gaunt The GLF corvette Gao intercepts the message. As a very outdated craft, it takes awhile for them to respond. we have common ideology’s. First things off the bat. Who are you?

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The unmarked ship responds almost immediately.

Identify myself? When anyone could be listening in on your ancient insecure comms? Ha, do you want your planet cracked?

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Gaunt Okay. We can work with that. Just we can take you down to the planet if you follow us. The corvette launches a single shuttle, hoping the vanta coloured craft will follow. The shuttle breaks atmosphere and defends into a clearing in a jungle canopy. Whoever is piloting the black clock an see the buildings dug in as well as anti air guns. The shuttle lands and its passengers disembark. On the rain stricken landing platform awaits a few people dressed in a mix of old military gear. Armed with even older military weapons and equipment.

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The ship lands soon after the shuttle. A moment later, the cargo door begins to open.
The first thing the insurgents see is flowing brown hair. Next, a face, an attractive one. Next thing to enter the insurgents' view is a classy black suit, with a matching bow-tie. Finally, what looks like some kind of pistol holstered at her waist, her hand resting on the handle.
She strides out onto the landing platform, piercing blue eyes scanning the assembled insurgents.
"Hm. For a group that managed to wrestle planetary control from the UEG, I would've expected tech that's more..." She gestures vaguely at the ancient equipment.
"No matter, that can be sorted out quickly. Speaking of which, is one of you here the leader of this fine establishment? If not, could you take me to whoever is?"

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Gaunt ”Yeah. There’s someone we can take you to. Follow us.”

The lead rebel begins walking towards a raised trailer hidden beneath the forest canopy, a couple tarps are draped over the top to keep it even more sheltered. As they walk down the road and head into a trench network with the mud bubbling under the metal grates beneath their feet. The lead rebel says: “we would have better equipment, but the fascists blew up what remaining bases they had in a retreat.” Now they come to a fork in the trench and take a left. The path slowly inclines as they walk up towards the trailer. Climbing the steps the rebels stop by the door and open it. “This is our chief operations centre as of now. We used to have a bigger spot, but it got hit a while back.” As the group walks through the trailer, cramped computer terminal spots of been set up. With personnel monitoring the blue screens, the screens casting a glow in the darker trailer. As the group weaves through they come to the end and knock on a set of doors before opening. Before them at a desk quickly installed sits an older man. The man has a sense of military code to him in the way he presents himself. “I am Colonel Watts” he addresses them as.

Back in 2524, Watts was captured by a highly classified strike team and was taken into UEG custody. In 2559 he escaped after years of imprisonment thanks to the freedom fighters who he led. The man looks to be in his mid 60s when in reality he was pushing into his nineties. This was because of the results of cryo sleep and “kissing the admirals wife” as some UEG enlisted would call it.

Watts is anold UEG general who defected.

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"Greetings, Colonel Watts. I have a few propositions I think you'll find very interesting. May we discuss in private?"

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Gaunt Keeping quiet for a moment before shooing the others out of the room. “What do you want to discuss?” Watts says, curious to know what these people have to say.

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She smiles at Watts.
"A deal, that's what. Like all deals, both sides have something to offer. Let's start with what I can do for you, shall we? I noticed your men are a little... lacking in the technology department. As it happens, I have quite a bit of cutting-edge tech, much of it proprietary, as well as a state-of-the-art research facility I'd be more than willing to put to work on any specific requests you might have. Interested so far?"

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Gaunt ”Very. What kind of cutting edge stuffs are we talking?” Watts says as he leans forward.

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"Oh, everything. Ships, weapons, hyperatomics, you name it. I have fingers in every pie and an eye in every corner."
(Just to clarify, this is a lie.)
"Everything you need to fight back against fascists, in short. And it can all be yours. All I ask in return..."
She reaches into her ear and pinches out a worm-like creature, about a foot long and extremely thin. It coils around her index finger, which she reaches out towards Watts.
She spoke in a hushed voice, almost a breathy whisper, but with authority nonetheless.
"Take it."

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Gaunt ”Hyper atomics... well those can definitely knock a dent in their assets.” Watts takes the worm, letting it hang between his fingers in front of him. “What is this?” He remakes

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"It's me. At least, everything that makes me me to any significant degree." Seeing the confused look on Watts' face, she elaborates. "It's a Narcrus worm, or at least a mutation of it. Not sure if its different enough genetically to count as a different species, I might have to look into giving it a new name. Anyway, it links you to the hivemind, which again, I may have to name. Narcrus-β? Narcrus 2.0? Narctwos? I digress. The point is, if you want your rebellion to survive the UEG, much less thrive, stick that in your ear. Prove that you're devoted to your cause."

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Gaunt Watts stares in disbelief. He releases the worm and uses a pen to push it towards the woman. “I’m devout enough to my cause. Whatever fucking thing that is I don’t want it near me.”

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She decides that she does need a new name, and decides that Sayla is nice. I'll be calling her Sayla from now on.

Sayla sighs.
"A shame. Well, if you won't be a mouthpiece the least you can do is be a warning."
In a single swift movement, she draws her gun and fires, shooting Watts in the gut with a proprietary Uitreed-cased bullet. The crystal embeds itself deep in his stomach and immediately begins spreading too slowly for the eye to see, feeding off the electricity in Watts' nervous system. He is debilitated by the pain.
Sayla stands up and dusts off her suit.
"That was a Uitreed bullet. It'll spread over the next few days, slowly and agonisingly crystalising your nervous system until it reaches your brain and kills you. Enjoy that, its your reward for refusing my offer."
With that, she leaves, retracing her steps through the trenches and back to her ship. As the thrusters warm up, she stands in the open cargo hold and makes an announcement to the soldiers on the landing platform.
"Take this as a warning, insurgents! Your Colonel Watts refused my offer, and so he will spend the next few days in agony, before his inevitable death. Go to anyone you care about and tell them this: Now, and for all eternity, the name to fear is Sayla. Good day."
And with that, Sayla turns and walks deeper into the hold as the door folds up behind her and the ship takes off.

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Gaunt The two rebels take a second to register what she says. The silence is broken as someone begins shouting Watts is dead Watts is dead. The two rebels try and open up on the craft but are out of range with their small arms. The Vulcan AA guns open up too but the craft is out of range and gone.

Gao Liberation Force Operations Centre Charlie 1900 hours.

Special Field Operative Michael Smith types away at his keypad. He is here on a deep undercover mission behind enemy lines. Provide the UNSC with Intel on rebel movements and in return provide some somewhat fake Intel back to the rebels. He hears of Watts supposed death and hastily informs the UNSC about his death, as well as where new defences have sprung up on Gao. AA placements, troop, positions, fallback, points, and safe houses. You name it. All of it was sent in an encrypted package to the UNSC.

and so the UNSC will respond with