<feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> Strange place! Strange place indeed. A nebula cluster that makes it hard to read battle activity covers the spaceport. Watch out for ambushes, any number of subtle traps. The port is well protected with motion detectors. They know of your presence and will attempt to track you. Fortunately, the nebula cluster also makes it difficult for them to monitor activity. Get going before they catch your signature. <set work feed: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>
Incoming trans. Origin: The Order ˆIntruder alertˆ ˆIntruder alert!ˆ ˆMarine Virus detected in sector F! ˆˆAll crews respond immediately!ˆ ˆKill on sight!ˆ ˆFiltration plant scheduled to receive remains by 1700 hours.ˆ Incoming trans.end Origin: The Order
<feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> I The Future! So tough to predict. To be honest, I am at a loss as to where you're needed next. I have two areas in which I require your skills. I've done some investigating. Our father (remember him?) was listed as missing a month after the Jacob incident. In his capacity as a Marine you may recall he commanded the Mace Squad who's objective was pre-battle recon. Their duty was to infiltrate an enemy area and set up surveillance. They also built safe houses for Marine reserve forces. A difficult task. Father was last reported on Siccorian Rancorm. He was forced into a plasma pit that took his life. His body has never been found! He had strong battle skills as do you, but not that time. He would have been proud of you, but know I would have been his favorite because I am the Almighty! In his will he wanted this scripture placed on his tombstone. " I have been many things, both good and evil. There was a time when I had to look into the eyes of madness and hence, become a madman to survive. To the innocent and not-so-innocent who have seen their end because of me, I am truly sorry." Enough of that pap! I know you've always respected our father and thought he was a great & revered warrior! Well, I believe he lacked vision. He is what I would call, "Old School." I will let you choose your own fate (Does being your own lawyer scare you, fool?). At the end of the space dock near your present position there are two terminals. Each leads to a specific area. Make your decision, but once you have ported keep in mind that extermination is the name of the game. Eliminate all inhabitants, big or small or medium, and I will pull you out. I promise on our Father's grave! <feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>
<feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> Fate is such a strange and unpredictable bedfellow. Stick to your objective. Don't go wimpy now, wipe them all out! Crom commands you! See ya! <feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>
<feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> Fate is such a strange and unpredictable bedfellow. Stick to your objective. Don't go wimpy now, wipe them all out! Crom commands you! <feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>
<feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> I figured that I had better give you some mean tools to do the job right. Prepare for transport. <feed link: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>
