posted on Aug, 3 2012 @ 08:02 AM
"Walk with me,
What have you got?"
Kara walks a long the tunneled shaped corridor towards the command room followed by her sigcom officer.
"Intel reports from the southern sectors inform heightened activity of GenTech troops in the area, Summer patrols no doubt, nothing out of the
ordinary all things considered."
She stops short of the doorway to the command room and faces off against the officer.
"That's not what I was referring to, what of my son?"
That split second pause, suggested something ill, she can read the body language like a book.
Her piercing stare, crystal blue,
"There's been no ping from the southern command on this for the past 10 hours, The last packet received; They had completed the mission but since
then his squad went black, recon hasn't reported anyone leaving from the southern Citadel since then, so they assume his crew are still on the job
and are currently standing by for further packets."
She watches the question's flash in her mind as if it came from the crown of her head,
Did he make it out? did he get it done?
"What's the mission count..?"
She's attuned to the feeling swirling inside her, something is wrong.
"15hr.34minutes.. and counting"
She grits her teeth.
Barking orders as she enters the command room, officers stand fast and salute as she passes.
"I want all of his mission intel, and current recon data of that Citadel Now! Spam them to my personal Giga com, Let the southern command know I'll
be in country within 18hrs,
Get the boys together, were going hunting.."
Ex-Ray Squad, of course .. what else.
Hardened elite warriors, that would die if commanded to, to protect and serve the greater good of the Tekkron Generation, there mixed heritage stems
from the American Navy Seals, Marines, and Rangers, when the event went down people chose sides because of the horrors they witnessed.
These are men who stand for the just and now follow Kara into Hell.
She watches like a movie in her mind, emotion is the real vision here sight is secondary so the image always seems blurry.
Like a light had been turned off, the energy leaves the area fast, but before it goes she hears that two toned pulse.
The feeling of falling, then the Flash of white light snaps her out of sleep,
Looking around, letting her vision adjust to the interior of the eagle eye's personnel transporter, The engines in full motion. A heavily armed and
armored soldier stands as a silhouette above her, The whisper "2 minutes to move." Shades of red against the cabin wall as it soon switches