Singularity - A Matter of Perspective

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"The United States Preservation Civilization Organisation; with the dedication, will and manpower all at the ready, we as a nation stand proud and say with confidence that, we will are ready to begin our most finest phase for the future of both the United States of America, and of Mankind itself, rest assured, we will not stop until God's will is done, join us, citizens of America, for you, are Humanity's first and last line of defence against the vast unknown, space, the penultimate frontier."

USPCO Opening Statement; Europa recruitment advertisement. 207X

13:06:32 PM
USPC. Organisation Settlement Helios

Six minutes, thirty-two seconds, bullets are flying, the hallways are littered with holes and blood splatter everywhere, Reactor Core Engineer Walther Monroe was too busy trying to figure out where the shots were coming from, but sticking his head out at a time like this would mean his demise, he liked his head firmly on his shoulders, and having it blasted off was far from what Monroe wanted.

The Reactor Core...

It was a damning task, even the most battle-heartened of individuals never dare try a mid-operational coolant flush, and to the outside, it sounds just as frustrating as it is to do. More gunfire fills the halls, as panel lights begin to shatter amidst the rain of heated lead.

Monroe was ready to bolt, but for the most part, it wasn't particularly clear how he was going to do this. For a start, his security team is nowhere to be found, and all he has is a P226, the magazine bordering empty. The opposing forces looked to be preoccupied at least. If they had started running towards Walther, he'd doubt he would see the light of day again, not that he ever could to begin with. Usually, the USCPO's renowned state of the art drone network would make short work of whoever's out for Monroe's hide to begin with, never mind the fact that the engineer has been sitting up, huddled behind an overturned steel desk as he waits for one of the little pieces of scrap to pierce through, ripping into his garments and definitely into his flesh.

That won't be happening right now though, not until the final task was completed by Monroe's own hands,

The engineer scrambles onto his kneepads, as he opens up his toolbox, for the final time, he kissed his Lil' beauty once more, as the hail falters, the pin is pulled, the engineer's arm wraps about the side of the table as the hunk of metal makes impact with the floor with its signature clunk, down it goes, as the pressure builds up immensely;

And just like that, the room coats itself with the beautiful shine of white phosphorus, the ears of the choir bleeding its audience's ears off with the ringing in all of its glory, the armed combatants stagger back in agony, as yells and cries are exchanged throughout, Walther scrambles for the connecting bridge door, as he slams his ID card right into the scanner,

"Engineer Walther Monroe, Identity Verified."

The engineer couldn't have been happier to hear those words, the door begins to depressurize, as the hissing of air escapes the locking mechanism. Antagonistically slow as it was, the door did indeed make its way open, the patience of Monroe ever so thin. Finally, the door is fully ajar, as the engineer makes his way further in, he grapples onto the door's release valve, as he pulls it back into place as much as he could. Monroe slumps against the glass, panting heavily as he watches out via the security feed, the armed combatants looked menacing as they should, too bad about the aim though. Still, Walther couldn't shake off the thought that these people mean business, whoever they might be, no matter how much luck was on Monroe's side, soon enough it may run out at the worst of times, whether or not this becomes a reality, Monroe would never know.

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They never mentioned this in the recruitment flyer...