Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160110151049

"Favorite thing to do?" He pursed his lips in thought. "Probably visiting the heart of the commercial district at night.  The craziest it ever gets is there."

The sirens on Mir cut off, and the male voice from earlier spoke once again over the intercom.

"The hostiles have withdrawn.  Repeat, the hostiles have withdrawn.  Congradulations, comrades!  Victory is ours, glory to the motherland!" The intercom silenced and Vladimir and Aleksandra could hear muffled cheers of celebration. But... who really had won?

The squad's Delta IX approached the Quetzel.

Carter sat in his seat, strapped in. The rocket's dim lighting cast shadows on him, and in the partial light the scars that covered his face seemed ominous, but his expression was thoughtful.

His helmet was removed and resting on his knee, and he was turning the data chip over and over between two fingers of one hand. What was it? Why had they sent him to retrieve it? How had some woman talked to him through it?

But more importantly- how had the brass learned that this thing even existed?