Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160222012105/@comment-5543592-20160316235031

The Retroriffic Man wrote:

When he was finally alone he took a holotape from out of his sleeve. It was data he managed to get on the Sun Woking. (Tiangong*, the Sun Wukong is the Chinese battleship.)

The data was personnel logs. The station's Virtual Intelligence computer kept track of every member of the engineering team who came and went onto the unfinished station. The engineering team had been a total of two hundred people, either planning the station or constructing it.

For three days before the attack, the personnel logs were regular. Every second of every day, Brody found no inconsistences.

But then, on the day of the attack, the very second contact with the station had been lost, fifteen names disappeared. Five seconds later, thirty more. Then thirty more. Then thirty more. And so on, until the entire station had been completely cleared of people, except for two names. Two engineers, who had been assigned to the schematics room had never left the station, while every other member had.

The entire team of one hundred and ninety-eight people had exited the station in less than a minute.

Whatever that meant, Brody would have to discover on his own.

"Hello, Captain." Zekoff's secretary said as Aleksandra sped by, and the secretary gasped.

"Captain, you can't go in there!"

Aleksandra swung the doors open.

Zekoff was sitting behind his desk, reading a report of some kind. He glanced up briefly as Aleksandra entered, before looking back to his report.

Yuri, the freakishly tall Lieutenant Captain, stood in the corner of the office on the door's wall, to Aleksandra's right. He had stood up straight as the captain entered, hand going to the pistol at his side.

He didn't release it, even as he recognized her, and left his hand resting on the holstered weapon.