End Of Day's

[graceflower]

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The hours were late and the weather was unwavering. The CELL HQ, one of the biggest war ships unclaimed by the Seth, joined onto a oil tanker for energy. The soldiers were on regular patrols, checking perimeters and setting up sentry turrets incase of attack. The Scientists working around the clock on a suitable energy source for there weapon against the Seth. With the moons light barely breaking through the clouds the night is the darkest its been in a long time, in atmosphere to. The doubt and fear was beyond noticeable in the troops, with talks of leaving and joining other factions or about contemplating suicide. These are dark times for everyone.

CELL OPERATIONS EMAIL: Too all operatives.

Charlie team 1.1 & 1.2 Have failed to send there hourly report.
Last known location: Tenth floor Harshman building, offices 101 to 300.
There Operation: Recon and assessment. Find a new suitable location for the construction of a CELL Outpost.

TO ANY AVAILABLE PERSONNEL
FIND AND ASSESS THE STATUS OF CHARLIE TEAM
ACT ACCORDINGLY AND FOLLOW PROTOCOL.

END EMAIL:

Kimberly sat patiently in an old rooftop apartment, her rifle set up at the window on a makeshift bipod, and her laptop, PDA and camera set up on the wall and table. Uploading all the data she acquired that day. Using the rain to her advantage, her clothes were neatly folded upon the chair as she showers her self. A burning canister beside her to keep her warm.
The Rain bounced off the sheets of metal she had placed over the holes in the room, making a constant ringing sound slowly starting to annoy her. stepping closer towards the heat she ties her hair up into a pony tail and rubs her body down, her nipples slightly hardened due to the breeze but she slips into her tank top ignoring the sensitivity. leaving her bra to dry on the curtain pole. With a dim blue light appearing behind her she glances over spotting an incoming email. and a call from her supervisor. Hopping over to the desk attempting to pull up her underwear she answers and reads.

Hello Kimberly? Im calling on behalf of your current research. Its impressive you've managed to find the original Blueprints for The Nano Weave. where not nearly as equipped or resourced to use it as we did, but i'm sure we can integrate it with our current systems and wear.

Copy that Professor, I'm happy to be of assistance. what our next move?

Well for now we need to reassess what our next move is, so keep an ear out and we shall be in touch.

Yes sir copy that, i'll continue to evaluate potential targets and gather Intel. Until next time professor

CALL ENDED

Kimberly glances at her email and equips her rifle, looking down range at CELL HQ her current camp is over looking, she sees the available operatives gearing up for the new mission, debating if she should join in the hunt she gets comfortable and watches out the window.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Falcon Squad Captain Alex Spade. Mission Log #5.

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Some people would sum up the events of our last expedition with the word "cluster-fuck," but that would be putting it lightly. It started off like any other mission, despite CELL's units being uncannily well-trained. A stalemate here and there, but we eventually got the upper hand and kept pushing. Victory was almost in sight for us, so close I could practically taste it...

...and then...they appeared. The Seth.

Those things are unlike anything I - or any soldier, for that matter - has ever faced. They swarmed upon every human they could find, killing without hesitation or exception, and dragging bodies back to whatever hell-hole they sprang out of. If they were just a pack of feral creatures, we'd be able to fend them off well enough, but that advanced tech of theirs made holding our lines a lost cause. We're lucky any of us could reach the dome's limits, much less escape them.

That said, our withdrawal wasn't without cost. The whole of Tiger Squad hasn't been seen since that attack three days ago, and unless we can find them by the end of today, I'll have to declare them Missing in Action. With any luck, we'll find more of them than just bodies; I've had to tell wives and children of their husbands' and fathers' fates, and every time I see their reactions, it feels like a part of me dies inside. Nobody should have to hear that, and the fact that happens so often just shows what sort of sick world we live in...and I get the feeling those Seth are just going to make things even worse...

<End Log>

Alex frowns as he saves his report file on the laptop, realizing how much of a sour note he's leaving off on in there. Not that he could be blamed for it, really; he always hated how people would cause violence over the silliest of things. Whether it's for money, self-satisfaction, or some warped sense of "justice," as long as people's ideals conflict with each other, there will be strife and war.

However, now's not the time for philosophy. Now is the time to figure out what the hell they're going to do next. With Tiger squad effectively MIA, only Falcon and Serpent squads can mount any sort of operation...and while Alex himself would prefer a rescue mission for the Tigers, his own squad is too shaken to accompany him. Still, they can't just leave their own people behind...

While not entirely sure why, Alex has a sudden impulse to hit the outpost's gym, and so he does. Arriving in the large-size tent that serves as a gym and sparring arena for the squad, he picks up a pair of boxing gloves, walks over to the sandbag, and starts giving it some good ol' one-twos. Perhaps a little punch-out session will help clear his head?

[daxtinator396]

James sat in his favorite chair cleaning his weapon carefully. It had begin ritual to him in this new world. He couldn't let it go now in this new place. The terrain was hot damp and filled with plants and dirt that can make any weapon muck up and jam without proper and regular maintenance. The Marines taught you that. Besides a jam here meant death. If your weapon locked up as you were taking the shot on a charging Ceph you were stuck up shit cheek without a paddle. That's not a fun place. He stopped for a moment to gaze around his shared home with his buddy Raymond. Concrete walls and motheaten carpet that at this point looked a lot better than other places where the wilderness had taken greater hold. New York city was a shit hole now. It was ruined and now it was his home. He glanced at the pinball machine making blinking lights and old time arcade sounds with a grin. That was a great find. Almost worth getting shot to bring it in. He finished cleaning his weapon and brought it over onto the gun wall they kept there. It was filled with pegs and the looted weapons they had taken off Alliance and CELL forces alike,"Yo Ray you ready to go? We are supposed to be taking some outpost back from some Ceph that moved in. The alliance want it bad. I'm ready to leave when you are." He said with a grin. He had gotten the message about an hour before as he went to check their drop box for jobs. They sure as hell weren't stupid enough to have clients come to the house. Not in this line of work.