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Yevata Search And Rescue Operation Centre, North Corvorda

OOC: supposed to be shortly after the Protoss thing. Anyway, back to the post IC:

''In the operation centre citadel of the Search and Rescue building, which is black with lights here and there inside, on the second floor of the building, a woman is at her desk, taking in calls every now and then, but mostly stays in her seat, watching the activity monitor for the calls and what the other employees were doing with them, most of the calls and requests being… Normal. Cats stuck in trees, fires, the usual.''

''The office wasn’t much. It had the glass tabletop desk in the center with 2 chairs at it, a shelf on the wall to the right, and no wall outlets. Everything ran on wireless electricity in here, at least anything that required power and weren’t the lights.''

Then, a employee walked in, being very shaky with his stance, his eyes dead looking and his face pale, as if he had just seen/heard a horror that was too scary to think about.

''The woman, being displeased with the man’s appearance and not having anything interesting to do, she asked the man a question. He seemed distant, not noticing what she said.''

“Hello? You going to answer me?!?! What is it you came here for?” She said.

He paused for a moment, thinking and collecting his thoughts.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me.” He said, his face still very pale

“Answer me, Jake!” She said.

Jake looked surprised, not expecting she had remembered her brother.

“I thought you wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Well, you know how it is. Now tell me what you came here for. I have a job to do.”

“Yeah, about that…” ''Jack drifted off. She motioned for him to continue.''

“Give me a second Diana. I’m working on it.”

He activated the desk hologram projector, a luxury for a public service building, and it immediately lights up with multiple logs and videos on the devastation happening/happened on Earth.

“Protoss attacked a few days ago on the entire Earth, and some of it is on-going. It’s taken me a few days since the entire war started to organize this entire mess of information for you so we can get prepared.”

Diana contemplates the information before she says “Why wasn’t I told earlier about this?”

“You know how the higher ups are on stuff they don’t want to be involved in.”

She sighs

“Get the spec-ops search and rescue team assembled. Looks like were going into action for the first time in a while.”

Several Locations on the Earth

''Hundreds of WarMech I’s are deployed on most of the continents, especially Asia and the US, which were probably hit the hardest. Diana’s and Jake’s teams set out on their mission, using their WarMech II suits for the job''

“Think you’ll be alright?” Jake says, concerned.

“I’m fine. It’s been a while since I’ve actually gotten into the chamber. Also, you should know better than anyone that these machines, if destroyed, will not kill us. Doesn’t pay to waste the suits, though. They still aren’t exactly the most common thing.”

“Yeah”

“Let’s get moving then.” Diana says.

The WarMech II’s are readied in their drop pods, and the pilots, Diana and Jake the leader of their respective teams, get into the harnessing of the suit controllers, and are then linked to the suit.

''For a brief moment, the mind floats in a weird state, disconnected from the physical world, not feeling anything and not hearing, seeing, or any of the other senses, just left to its own thoughts. And then the mind is sucked back into reality, albeit semi-split due to the nature of how the link to the robot is controlled. It does not ‘feel’ like you are a part of it, but yet all the sensory is coming from it in a first person perspective. It will confuse the mind until the sub-conscious reasserts itself. The mind will settle in the robot, but only to a degree to allow the best performance without running the risk of the operator dyeing should the robot be damaged or destroyed.''

“You there?”

“Still not dead yet, if that’s what your asking,” she says.

''The HUD display on the robot starts dancing out several displays in a constant flow of information, with drop location and load out being in the HUD and flickering in and out with a bunch of other display screens, with constant discussion from the other team members being heard in her ear. But omni-present on the screen is the time to drop timer, counting down 10 minutes, then 5, then 2, then 1…''

“30 seconds till drop!” One of the team members calls out.

''The drop pods start to power up and ready for drop. The pods start to lower in preparation, along with activating the plasma barrier to allow for the most efficient airflow when in contact with the atmosphere.''

3… 2… 1… The timer says.

Now!

''All the drop pods drop simultaneously, with several other pods following right behind a few seconds later, heading for a different drop zone. At first, there is just silence. But then, the atmosphere starts to bite and the rush of wind loudly passing by becomes evident.''

''Almost a minute passes, and then the drop pod’s retrograde thrusters kick in to slow down the descent to a point safe for the plasma to be deactivated so the pod can be landed safely on the ground with minimal damage. It would still be coming in hot, but it was better on the pod than it slamming into the ground at terminal velocity, which it could withstand, but given this wasn’t a combat mission, keeping the pod from taking too much stress allowed it to be reused for another mission.''

''Diana got out of the pod, having activated the door to get out. And then she starts to go and help the survivors of the Protoss attack on the US.''

OOC: About done, I think. No real reason to continue this, I don’t think. It’s long past