Post by Jason Conway on Dec 23, 2015 22:31:42 GMT
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General's Office
Meropis
Triangulum Galaxy
It was odd looking out of the window in January and seeing glorious sunshine, birds floating on the thermals and insects fluttering in the breeze. Evidently the seasons on Meropis were a little different to those back home. The General had recently returned to his desk to approve the mission reports from a round of standard off-world recon. Yet more uninhabited planets with Stargate's on, they were striking out in the dark lately. It could have been worse though, as the events just before Christmas had proven. His thoughts drifted back to the storm that almost wiped the base off the face of the planet, and the expletives that could be used to describe how SM-2's mission had gone down. Still, at least SM-1 had discovered information about this "Ark" ship thing, he'd granted a mission to that almost immediately, hoping they'd hit the jackpot.
As he leafed through the documents on his desk, the General noted a little sealed envelope had been nestled carefully in between two files. He frowned and pulled it out, revealing a black wax seal on the rear. It was odd, the envelope felt out of place yet it had his name on it, hand written neatly in ink. He carefully prized it open and pulled out a hand written note. It read,
He held the letter still, his hands unwavering. He read it again. Twice. The letter wasn't there when he'd clocked in at zero seven thirty hours, it had been placed there since when he'd left the room. When did he last go to the bathroom? So, look at the facts, he thought to himself, calming a waving of panic beneath the surface. Somebody has placed this here today, there have been no outbound wormholes, that means they are still on base. He gulped down a bout of anxiety and kept thinking, so there WAS a spy after all, a Lucian Alliance one to be exact. I need to lock down the base, right now. He'd made his decision and placed the letter on top of his paperwork.
Before he could take a step toward the door, a figure had appeared in the opening. This figure entered the room, side arm raised and pointed at The General. They waved a hand over the sensor and shut the door behind them. Conway sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a moment, he'd spotted the line of C4 strapped to their chest. Breathing in, then out slowly, he reached under his desk and pulled out a bottle of vintage Scotch single malt and two crystal drinking glasses.
"So. It was you all along then." He said in a calm, flat tone as he began to pour himself a glass.
<tag SA Val Olwin >
General's Office
Meropis
Triangulum Galaxy
It was odd looking out of the window in January and seeing glorious sunshine, birds floating on the thermals and insects fluttering in the breeze. Evidently the seasons on Meropis were a little different to those back home. The General had recently returned to his desk to approve the mission reports from a round of standard off-world recon. Yet more uninhabited planets with Stargate's on, they were striking out in the dark lately. It could have been worse though, as the events just before Christmas had proven. His thoughts drifted back to the storm that almost wiped the base off the face of the planet, and the expletives that could be used to describe how SM-2's mission had gone down. Still, at least SM-1 had discovered information about this "Ark" ship thing, he'd granted a mission to that almost immediately, hoping they'd hit the jackpot.
As he leafed through the documents on his desk, the General noted a little sealed envelope had been nestled carefully in between two files. He frowned and pulled it out, revealing a black wax seal on the rear. It was odd, the envelope felt out of place yet it had his name on it, hand written neatly in ink. He carefully prized it open and pulled out a hand written note. It read,
"Jason Conway. Your time has come. Today, even as you read this letter, an assassin has been dispatched to terminate you. Meropis will fall. The Lucian Alliance will rise. There is nothing you can do to prevent this. We have won. Goodbye, General Conway."
He held the letter still, his hands unwavering. He read it again. Twice. The letter wasn't there when he'd clocked in at zero seven thirty hours, it had been placed there since when he'd left the room. When did he last go to the bathroom? So, look at the facts, he thought to himself, calming a waving of panic beneath the surface. Somebody has placed this here today, there have been no outbound wormholes, that means they are still on base. He gulped down a bout of anxiety and kept thinking, so there WAS a spy after all, a Lucian Alliance one to be exact. I need to lock down the base, right now. He'd made his decision and placed the letter on top of his paperwork.
Before he could take a step toward the door, a figure had appeared in the opening. This figure entered the room, side arm raised and pointed at The General. They waved a hand over the sensor and shut the door behind them. Conway sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a moment, he'd spotted the line of C4 strapped to their chest. Breathing in, then out slowly, he reached under his desk and pulled out a bottle of vintage Scotch single malt and two crystal drinking glasses.
"So. It was you all along then." He said in a calm, flat tone as he began to pour himself a glass.
<tag SA Val Olwin >