Frozen North Part 1

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Location: GAF Destroyer Franklin D Carrol, briefing room, floor 46.

Personnel: Reapers Scythe Company Captain Richard K Lincoln, First lieutenant Dillian R Kubric, Sergeant Major Dominic Rork, Master Sergeant Troy Philips and Counsilman REDACTED or Zeta-3.

"Alright everyone, here's the our infiltration plan for when we drop from orbit. We're only gonna send a standard recon squad to head to the newest location picked up by our longe range scanners, said squad is gonna be lead by the Sergeant Major and five other members of the Hell's Fury squad. After we confirm the location, the recon team is gonna head back to LZ Squash where they're gonna rendezvous with the rest of the squad and then move on to a spot newly called the pits." Captain Richard explained before looking at everyone so no one was lost.

"Then they're gonna start to make a camp there and secure a parameter until Crow's Wraith drops from orbit. Then from there on the two squads will monitor scanners until Captain Howley's signal is picked up and accurately located. By then, Sergeant Major Rork will locate and interact with the Captain, if things go smoothly then they'll head back to the camp and wait till dark. Finally both squads will head to LZ Frog where they will get exfiled and return to the ship. Seems easy on paper" The Captain finishes before sliding the screen to a bunch of pictures.

"These creatures are called raptures on planet Exima Primus, they seem to be typical mechanoid creatures, but they have a semi complex hierarchy, first are the fodder, low level, non intelligent grunts, then there's Master raptures."

"Those are bigger, smarter and surely hit harder. Second to last is the Lord's, even bigger then the Masters, start to sense a pattern? Good, cause then at the tip of the Iceberg is the Tyrant class Raptures, some of these are shown to be as big as city blocks. However these are rare and haven't been picked up on our scans as of now." The captain explains before wrapping it up

"But with all these classes come of course the source, going through some of the locals files there's the Rapture Queen, they have no idea where it is so we don't know either, not that it matters since we don't get involved in these anymore. But this is just for everyone's information. Then we have the right hand men of the queen, these two are called heretics" The Captain explained further as he would show two individuals.

"These individuals are to be avoided at all costs, we don't have the manpower to fight these two. However if you do somehow end up going up against one of them, the callsign will be Queen's Guard, then we will send transport and gunships to try and help exfile from the area. ROE is to not engage The Captain nor the locals. Outta site, Outta mind is the play here. If anyone has any questions then ask them now." With no one asking questions, the captain will conclude

"Alright, inform your squads with these charts and get some last second training and rest in, we make orbit in a weeks time.. Everyone is dismissed" The Lieutenant and Sergeant Major would stand up and grab their bundles of information charts and head off to their quarters.

Zeta-3 and the company captain would look at the information again before the compant captain would speak up. "Seems like Nomad got himself in some situation.". "Yes, he has, doesn't really surprise me one bit honestly, heh, it wasn't even his fault he ended up there this time." Zeta smiled a bit as he would look at the last ping of Nomad's apparatus.

"You think that's where he's hiding out?" The company captain asked, but Zeta-3 would shake his head. "No, that's where I know he's living, where else could he go? Sure he could be like his namesake but I have a feeling he was taken in somewhere and either is helping them willingly or forcefully."

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