Missions

Acquisition

Shentang, Koguryō province

Even if it was engineered by a joint venture of Sterling Forge and Yué Minerals, LGSRC was built employing Nomads contractors, mainly from Corregidor, just like any other facility in Human Edge. Word among those who participated in the constitution is that Yué Minerals had something shady going on and rumors are that they found Voodootech remains during preliminary escavations. One would surely find something interesting by peeking into one of YM's homeland servers.

B-Pong

Svalarheima, Trementine Peak Outpost

According to registers, the last ship to have left the LGSRC was the Toucan Dandy, a maintenance ship last seen on Svalarheima. The Toucan Dandy was found by Starmada while hastely attempting to leave the Trementine Peak Outpost spaceport under unfavorable weather. Refusing to communicate and land, the Toucan Dandy collided into Trementine Peak while attempting an evasive maneuver. The content of its cargo is now contested by every force in the Human Sphere.

Biotechvore

Human Edge, Nomad Nation's Derozer

Erin O'Neil woke up in the hospital deck of the Derozer, the Nomad ship first arrived to the LGSRC after the incident. After the events of Operation Hungry Walrus she also started a career as Freelance Warcor. Fate found her in Leortolani station while investigating on stolen REMtech on behalf of JSA's AibotCorp. Right when she stands up, a green mist starts creeping from the walls and sirens start blasting: something's wrong!

Capture and Protect

Concilum Prima, Bhai city

"Everyone knows a different part of this story: whoever gets the bigger picture gets the prize. Negotiations will get us only as far as our counterparts will allow: we need to seize initiative and reach their databanks before they get to ours. This is code Infinity, in case anyone's still wondering."- Szandra Moondayini, Haqqislam crisis advisor for the Mothball Incident, private briefing

Countermeasures

Acontecimento, outskirts of Citade do SulGaruda, three o'clock, incoming. A fast tap on the Comlog and the Fuzzbot's EVO HD starts chirping joyously, messing with the tacbot's navigation system. Alex pivots behind his cover - the carcass of an autonomous earth moving machine with REBUILD ACON written on its side - to peek first on the offline silhouette of the Silverstar Prime on the other side of the street, then in the eyes of the Lambda beside him.Meanwhile, enemy hackers fry the Fuzzbot's motherboard in retaliation."Can you fix that, Roby?"The Lambda nods, breathlessly.Striders screams something about K1 enemy fire Alex can't hear over his thoughts."Affirmative sir, I just need you to cover me.""Call me Ram" - he answers, setting his Multi to DA.

Decapitation

Paradiso, somewhere in the thick of the jungle

Right when the anomaly happened in LGSRC, Quantum Anomaly Zones started appearing in quadrant 5 of Paradiso, one of the centers of Morat's offensive. Quantum Experts teams are now being escorted on site to find the epicenter of the anomalies, but it is expected that opposing forces will be competing for this objective.

Evacuation

Dawn, Western Tartary Scientific Outpost #2

If anyone knows anything about rocks, it's the Krilina twins. Olga and Dominic had been on the LGSRC for a decade before coming back to Dawn. They surely know more about the station than every other man or woman in the human sphere: whoever will get a hold of them and their team will surely be one step ahead!

Mothball

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Second chances, we all think we deserve them. Cubes made humans face life in a different way, made them evolve. Are second chances a foundamental step of evolution? Maybe. One may say every second chance implies the delay of your next first chance.

Frostbyte

Human Edge, Corregidor Jurisdictional Command boarding shuttle Mandillo

Guto looked at the abandoned ship through the airlock window. Of all life threatening menaces of the interplanetary space, the soulless cold was what freaked him out the most. An ideal, pitch black heat sink ready to squeeze every Wh out of you to fizzle it into entropy along its relentless race towards 0°K. In his Evader suit he was safe, as long as the battery packs lasted. The Rigoletto was an irrelevant cargo ship but for some reason it was linked to LGSRC and finding it abandoned in a remote sector of the Human Edge was worth an investigation. The first thing to do was however to turn on the heaters and the life support systems, this was his team’s task. There were several other official and unofficial “rescue” teams racing toward the wreckage, all human and alien powers represented. That’s why he was carrying an AP spitfire.

Frontline

Svalarheima, Nordkap, AuraDora HQ

AuraDora, one of the most renown PanOceanian inspection companies, had just been certifying LGSRC's systems. Apparently, they didn't do a great job but the idea is that they may have been...prompted to do so. Now everyone in the sphere is paying them a visit to see what other crucial details they may have left behind.

Highly Classified

Yutang, Guǒjiàng city, red light districtDisguised as a crooked old woman special agent Feng Shuei sat on a curb nibbling at a succulent lacquered duck. All those thermo-optical camouflage, impersonation, holoecho, albedo and optical disruption devices were kids’ games each having its own counter as all this was a glorified paper-rock-scissors game. She was not playing.The good thing of a plain old disguise was that it was simple and reliable. There are no easy counters if you ARE who you pretend to be.The streets of Guǒjiàng were crowded and bustling, the intelligence consequences triggered by the Mothball Incident propagating through the human sphere like waves in an old pond following the drop of a pebble. She licked her fingers and got ready for action, standing up tenths of seconds before the fight started, the curb where she sat shattered by DA ammunitions. The State Empire operatives would neutralize Aleph’s puppets and secure all sensitive information, or die trying…

Last Launch

Somewhere in the inner periphery of the Homeric BeltFew things can make a Wardriver panic like the sound of bullets cracking against the plascement near them while they are working. This one’s terminal was almost finished in downloading the datapack, and he would finally be able to leave 1777 Du-ε, joining the rest of his company, already onboard. They juke and weave, dodge something moving in the air at a faster speed that it’s usually polite to, and dive in the boarding booth at the base of the orbital lift, pushed by an explosion, likely caused by the same U.F.O. they just dodged, the booth’s door automatically shutting behind them.Without even bothering to put the small fire on their shoulders out, they lunge for the acceptance booth, manned by a vaguely anthropomorphic robo-clerk, who focusses on the wardriver’s dataslate immediately, scanning the newly acquired datapack. “Passenger’s name?” it asks“Saito Togan” answers the ninja, holding the wardriver’s severed hand and, by extension, the dataslate.“Reason of travel?”“A contract from the Ducktail pub, obviously”

Resilience Operations

FZX Rem Racing and Leisure Hub, previously known as Nomad Nation's Poor Yorick!, West Coastline, New Hypatia

"Madam, your guests have arrived."Unfazed, she continues to watch the race."Bean Spiller crosses the finish line! What a race! Partial Control takes second, and it’s a head-to-head for third place between Faber-Je and Celen'Tano, who collide in a shower of sparks that—""It’s the Circular Trade Union, madam.""Oh, those guests. Let them in, quickly."She rises, brushing chip crumbs from her blouse and checking her reflection in one of the countless mirrors. Meanwhile, she shoves half-empty boba cans under the sofa.Gaia enters the VIP room, her light silhouette accompanied by two towering tacbots. Dawon."Y-you don’t look like Circular Trade Union representatives," she says, reaching for her comlog.Gaia smiles."I’m sorry to disappoint you, madam. We'd like to have a chat about Mr. Monte-Sori."

Panic Room

Bourak, Al-farömeo OasisEvery planet has its mysteries. When humanity first found Voodootech sites, little was understood but much was feared. Many factions decided to bury and restrict access to these sites, denying their retrieval to study them in secret, waiting for their knowledge to mature. Quabu Al-farömeo was one of these sites: a secret vault deep under the oasis by the same name, accessed only by a fist of trusted Haqqislamite researchers. Doors open with a fain hiss. Access granted: user 014, Amin Monte-Sori.

Supplies/Provisioning

Acontecimento, Moto.Tronica Logistic CenterIt appears Ariadna's Operation Soap Mountain left a blood trail, starting in Acontecimento, where a RemRacer pilot sponsored by AuraDora was found lifeless with a counterfeit Yu Jing passchip and tickets for New Hypatia. When O-12's Bureau Noir dismissed the case as a suicide, to quickly calm the waters and allow them to procede in their investigations on Tohaa's sabotages in the area, Reverend Phoebe Glennis decided to take the bull by its horns and solve that case by herself. A shocking spin for the undercover Haqqislamite team tasked with the mission of cancelling every evidence about the espionage liaison between them and the dead pilot on Moto.Tronica's new technologies. Did I mention a speculo killer impersonating the pilot is now heading for an interview with a trending JSA idol that will surely make the front page? Who would have guessed, right?

Supremacy

Human Edge, LGSRC, deep under the surface of asteroid Te773Aleph calls it Location #14, the Exrah calls it Mussanin'te, to everyone else it's simply one of the largest Voodootech vaults ever discovered. Even if there's no actual Voodootech to retrieve - not anymore anyway - everyone wants to control this spot to gather all the archeointelligence they can before anyone else. According to Dr. Priya Harper, this place will be the center of the universe for the next couple weeks.

The Armory

Neoterra, San Pietro, Saint Lazarus CloisterBrother Bartholomew Bero closed his eyes. With age, regardless of technological progresses, his memory kept getting worse. He tried to remember the face, but it faded. He then tried to remember the sound, but that also faded. Only the words of his long gone master shined clear in his mind: "As long as something is happening, it happens in total uncertainty, in total fluidity. Then once something has happened, it acquires a terrifying force, it acquires the stability of a rock.". Rocks. With enough cynicism, everything in the universe is a rock. His mind gazed over the syntesyis of data gathered by the Hexahedron: a list of places, little more than rocks. "Where would I hide anything to myself?" He muttered, restlessly walking around the cloister.

Unmasking

Earth, Moon, Grimaldi Crater, Chyn8 SPA & Wellness ClubTara looks at the case, trying to find where the blood stain used to be. Amin's blood? Maybe, who knows? As an independent intelligence operative, her job is almost over. No more time for questions, no need to stress. The Pneumarch enters the hall, immediately focusing its gaze on her as if it already knew where she would sit. Well, of course it knew. A quick handover and it'll all be over: Tara will soon enjoy the relax of watching the blue marble roll over her moon thermal mud pond. She watches the case one last time before handing it to the Pneumarch, gazing over the faint engraving on the back of the case: C1_E0. Or is it? She squints her eyes, trying to take apart the actual engraving from the scratches and the bumps. CLEO, maybe, as in Cleopatra? Something clicks in her brain, making her shiver. Amin's blood, the rush for the Toucan Dandy, Shentang's bitter morning fog: is this case really what she think it is? The Pneumarch smiles, grabbing the handle. Pneumarchs don't smile, they grin.

Firefight

Shinju, JSA Insitute for Xeno-Archaeology Research

The already tense situation on Shinju quickly deteriorates as the LGSRC news spread across the human sphere. Hatamoto Yokopoko Mayoko will not stand by and miss a life time opportunity! The time of mindgames and subterfuge is over, it is time to eliminate as many enemy threats as possible to secure control of the arecheological sites.

Mindwipe

Varuna, Beherjeggy artificial island, Praesidium Oceanographic Data CenterLily examines the perimeter: all clear. She advances, her footsteps covered by the roaring waves. Lightnings paints the silhouette of the S.A.S. Highlander over the desalination unit in front of her. Following Ariadna's intelligence, she gets in sight of the server, while salt sprays chase her in the wind. Something's guarding her objective, but time is running out: her lift back home is approaching the island. Dashing into peril, she jumps over the server as a mine triggers, filling the air with an acid green blast. As she rises from cover to reach her D-charges, a desalinization unit stands up, clocking its Vulkan shotgun...

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