One Oh
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One-oh, this is your handler, listen...
We have assigned you and a number of agents to the world of Chardaan, your target is a human named Maximilian Strum. Current CEO of Urothrost Ltd, a large manufacturing company operating out of the shipyards of Chardaan. Our counter-rebellion intelligence operatives have been tapped into a rebel transmission from the Chardaan system for weeks, and from our work it appears that Maximilian is a key player in feeding information to the alliance. He has been using his connections as a contractor with the empire to leak multiple design schematics, supply ship registrations, and even some information of imperial fleet movements. The penalty for this is of course, death. Treat the other agents with respect, you will work with them or you will fail, and I trust you know the consequence for that by now...
remember, no pity, no remorse, no restraint...
The flesh reeked of fear.
One-oh was crouched over the mangled remains of a human. Biting into his victims meat, tearing stringy chunks off the body. The echos of his last "briefing" flashed across his mind, Maximilian, he knew his target. The only question was how to get to him, he had already prowled around the industrial complexes perimeter, going straight through the gate clearly wasn't an option, too heavily garrisoned. Instead he had chosen to delve into the maintenance system, it was darker there, which pleased him a great deal. He had been getting hungry, but fortunately he had chanced what he assumed was a very unlucky maintenance worker, and had devoured him. The humans overalls were naught but rags and bloody strips of flesh, it had tasted good. Snarling, he felt the uncomfortable tracking chip implanted in his neck, a precaution to stop him from wondering off, should he try and leave the designated operation zone without direct command, the chip would detonate. It also served as an easy way for other operatives to meet with him, and he assumed that the other agents all had someway of tracking him to the bowels of this place, it wasn't exactly hard, patrols rarely penetrated this deep into the undercity. One of his ears perked up as he heard something move in his peripheries, but its scent wasn't hostile, no; the scent was different, it was the same scent as the handlers, one of the agents. The creature reared his head to stare into the dark tunnels running left and right, ready to face the approaching agent...
@Ulysses @Brick
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