Ghosts
What makes someone human? Is it the moral compass that guides us through life? Or is it the conscious that tells us right from wrong? Some men lose this and become a hollow shell of what they once were, others are born without it. But without that moral without the force that makes us who we are, we are all but ghosts walking the galaxy until we find out who we really are. We can remain the cold dying husks of what we once were or we can move forward and become something new. Become human and learn to live again, but for some reclaiming that road is harder than it seems. So we must push through the black of night to see what we are truly made of, and only through that we become human.
Silence, the calm and dead of night radiated from the planet Ossentrion. It was a peaceful night, everything was calm and at ease on the planets surface. Well all except for one thing, Project Pantheon's Czars had been called to recon the planet, sweep and gather precise intel for the imperial data bank if they ever decided to invade the system. An easy job for the sons of the galactic empire, this was a mission that required stealth and the ability to go unseen. This would test the Czars ability to adapt and overcome the situation no matter what it threw at them. They were trained to be the best, trained to kill and destroy what they came across. But this would be a test of their intellect and ability to think, and hopefully they would come through for them.
The Ossentrion capital building, home to the governments plan's research and other information that the IIB would find most useful if ever war came to the planet. The team of Czars were dropped off in a nearby lake by the building to mask their hear signature if the facility had such sensors. Their suits gave them twenty minutes of oxygen that's all the time they had to formulate a plan and execute it. The use of lethal force was authorized and if need be they could terminate anything that got in their way, hopefully that would only pertain to the occasional guard that got in their way. But a full blown fire fight would only prove that they were only good for the front lines of combat. This was a job generally gifted to agents, but since the program was on the rise they needed to be tested on all ways of war. They would move in the building gathering what needed to collected. In and out, like a shadow in the night. Like ghosts
@[member="JerrickShado"]
@[member="Xavier Varanin"]
@[member="Northstar"]
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
What makes someone human? Is it the moral compass that guides us through life? Or is it the conscious that tells us right from wrong? Some men lose this and become a hollow shell of what they once were, others are born without it. But without that moral without the force that makes us who we are, we are all but ghosts walking the galaxy until we find out who we really are. We can remain the cold dying husks of what we once were or we can move forward and become something new. Become human and learn to live again, but for some reclaiming that road is harder than it seems. So we must push through the black of night to see what we are truly made of, and only through that we become human.
Silence, the calm and dead of night radiated from the planet Ossentrion. It was a peaceful night, everything was calm and at ease on the planets surface. Well all except for one thing, Project Pantheon's Czars had been called to recon the planet, sweep and gather precise intel for the imperial data bank if they ever decided to invade the system. An easy job for the sons of the galactic empire, this was a mission that required stealth and the ability to go unseen. This would test the Czars ability to adapt and overcome the situation no matter what it threw at them. They were trained to be the best, trained to kill and destroy what they came across. But this would be a test of their intellect and ability to think, and hopefully they would come through for them.
The Ossentrion capital building, home to the governments plan's research and other information that the IIB would find most useful if ever war came to the planet. The team of Czars were dropped off in a nearby lake by the building to mask their hear signature if the facility had such sensors. Their suits gave them twenty minutes of oxygen that's all the time they had to formulate a plan and execute it. The use of lethal force was authorized and if need be they could terminate anything that got in their way, hopefully that would only pertain to the occasional guard that got in their way. But a full blown fire fight would only prove that they were only good for the front lines of combat. This was a job generally gifted to agents, but since the program was on the rise they needed to be tested on all ways of war. They would move in the building gathering what needed to collected. In and out, like a shadow in the night. Like ghosts
@[member="JerrickShado"]
@[member="Xavier Varanin"]
@[member="Northstar"]
@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]