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Post by Nobody on Oct 12, 2016 0:43:26 GMT
McCarthy sat within his office, overlooking the planet of water and it's moon with an intense expression on his face. He had made a large financial risk joining the defectors in order to lead this expedition, and considering that he had far fewer personnel than he had grown used to before his.... transfer. He sighed, and gave his chair a small spin in order to face the desk- his hand finding his way to the communications detail. He flipped through the few of the important ones, before selecting a select few. With a sigh, he opened the call, and soon a dozen blinking lights signifying the presence of others. "Gentlemen- I have made a decision. We are to divide you into three groups- Eight headed for the landing zone with three Defenders to dissuade any possible hostiles. You are to establish a building platform upon arrival." There came a chime of 'Yessirs' as 11 lights blinked into darkness.
"And I, Sir?" Came a soft voice from the final member of the conversation, confusion showing in their voice. The voice was that of Defender crew, a new member of the Defectors who was chosen more for his family's background than his skill. McCarthy was going to see if blood ran through his veins that was worthy.
"You are to notify the Recon force that they are to begin the analyzing process, and inform me of the weather. Consider yourself promoted to my assistant as of now. Dismissed."
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