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<Etiquette> “Alive and still kickin', won't be going down yet.”

��Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “Let's hope nothing goes wrong, eh?"

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5017U

From all of us adrift in the stars. We made it.

One more year. A new face but we made it!

This is Handler Morse.

ALL CALLSIGNS CHECK IN!

[btmc-official]

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<Etiquette> “Fuckin' brownie MREs, eh? Seems like a nice gift. 'Specially since the brownies were some of the only half decent MREs I ever found. LNTI onion soup MREs aren't half bad either."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “Damn, now I have to go find the recipe for those MREs.."

<Etiquette>

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[A small shoebox sized crate has arrived, ontop is a note that looks like it was written with a typewriter]

> hey, I made too many of these and I don't like chocolate that much, so here.

[Inside of the box are four clay brick sized brownies, each one in one of those silvery plastic MRE bags.]

//Sucker\\

Shit, Brownie MREs?

FUCK YEAH

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[btmc-official]

<<Reminiscence of a Darker Time; pt 2>>

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[The audio recording is silent for several seconds, before an individual's breathing can be heard, alongside the dull hum of a ventilation system]

"..Okay.. okay.. another log.. here we go.. where'd I leave off-.."

". . ."

"..Right, right.. the.. the researchers.. Uh.. A group from Levun-Nova Technologies Inc. My.. employers at the time."

"Shit started going wrong with the signals damn near immediately. Sensors acting up, detecting things that didn't exist.."

"Weirdest thing was, the mining installation.. none of the workers were there. Nothing on comms. No bodies. Only thing left was dried blood. The walls.. they almost seemed to bleed at points."

[Etiquette falls silent, and the hum of the ventilation can be heard once more, droning in the background continuously. Etiquette's quiet breaths come in and out of focus, with muttering interspersed between; not quite coherent enough to be made out.]

"..Well, we continued movin' on after that. Decided, 'gainst our better judgement, t' split up and try to find survivors. The team lead of the researchers went 'search 'n rescue' mode, and even though it was damn obvious the installation wasn't fuckin' normal anymore, put us into 4 teams of 5."

"Half near killed him for that, because who the fuck does that in this sort of situation? We were in a RA damned metavault, though we didn't know it yet. It was like one of those.. Old Cradle horror movies.."

". . ."

"Safe to say it didn't go well, just like those movies."

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P.S. “I still remember the smell."

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[btmc-official]

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<Corpseflower> “..It's boring just waiting around here while the other members of BTMC are on missions. As such, I will be orchestrating a small activity so as to further introduce myself to the omninet and its members."

<Corpseflower> "According to the research I have done of Old Cradle in my search to better understand humankind, there is a phenomena known as a 'reveal', in which an individual who usually hid behind the anonymity of a wide spread data network revealed an aspect of their body."

<Corpseflower> "I find this to be a rather sufficient interaction for the moment, as there was been much debate several weeks ago surrounding moth people and flash clones."

<Corpseflower> "I of course, am only one of those two things, but my point stands nonetheless. As such, I have taken an appropriate photo of myself, so as to post to this channel of the omninet. Observing the reactions of my colleagues and the several people they have interacted with on this account should be thoroughly entertaining."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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[Included alongside the message is a photograph. In it, a taller woman can be seen, standing in what can be presumed to be her cabin aboard the BTMC "Stormpierce." She has dusky brown skin, with flowing hair of a stark, almost translucent white, making for a rather striking contrast. Her limbs are covered in what seems to be scales; smooth, yet rough at the same time. They are a pale, opalescent white, with patches of lime green in a regular pattern along her limbs. Her legs are digitigrade, with 'paws' that can only be described as draconic, with a tail of matching nature. White, bony, ridged horns rise from just beneath her hairline, curling back slightly before swooping upwards. Currently, she is wearing in a comfortable pair of what seems to be grey sweatpants and a tanktop.]

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[btmc-official]

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<Corpseflower> “Greetings, and welcome to the omninet. Callsign Corpseflower here, a member of Black Torrent Mercenary Company."

<Corpseflower> "I am not the foremost individual of our company for this.. activity, but as all other members are occupied at this moment, I will have to suffice."

<Corpseflower> "Black Torrent as a company serves a similar purpose, being a for hire mercenary group. It is quite a freeing experience, and I have found myself appreciating much of the.. differences.. the work comes with, compared to my previous 'life'."

<Corpseflower> "We will surely be interacting further in future days, due to the similar lines of occupancy. Let us hope it is not on opposing sides."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?" <Premonition>

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This is a Lancer RP blog

((OOC: This is my first time doing this form of RP, really only made a Tumblr acct for this tbh. Lancer is something I've gotten into somewhat recently, so please go easy on me! Sofie is a bit of a pyromaniac and it's my first time playing someone like that.))

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//Input Username?> VortexWish

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VortexWish:

"Hey Omninet! This is my first ever post, so I'll just introduce myself a little, I guess! I'm VortexWish, but I can go by Vortex if you want to call me that! I'm also called Sofie to some, but here I go by Vortex! I just got back from burning a hole through a few people with Kasya.. introduced me to the omninet right after I got back to the station, and oh boy was I hooked. I am a freelance merc pilot right now, doing odd-jobs and BASICALLY ANYTHING people pay me to do! Last Breath is a Worldkiller I salvaged several years back when just roaming around, saw a funny looking flamethrower and decided I wanted it heh. Turns out it wasn't a normal flamethrower! Kasya's actually a plasma thrower! A very, VERY beautiful display of white flames whenever I use her.. she is amazing! Oh, I should also post a photo of myself too!"

[Attached is an image of Sofie Lorenzen standing atop of her Worldkiller named Last Breath. She has the biggest smile on her face as she looks out over a sea of burning white flames, seemingly covering two entire mechs and the surrounding area.. not stopping it's burning. Sofie, or Vortex, seems quite small in height, but it's hard to determine her actual height. She looks to be a marble fox at a glance, with beautiful ruby hair flowing from her head down her back and to her ankles. A wonder that hasn't caught on fire! She also has a bit of a lighter ruby color to her eyes, and is wearing a full armored firesuit in black and yellow coloring, obviously protecting her tail too.]

"Well! That's me! A Vixen who stands the test of time! If you're curious to my height, it's 4 foot 4, short I know, blame my parents for that one! Do ask any questions about me, or just reach out at all for anything! I like meeting new people!"

[btmc-official]

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<Spire> “..Damn Kalliope, always finding the weirdest damn ways to.. actually, it's probably better I don't mention their private activities with their mech."

<Spire> "Moving on though. Callsign Spire here. Originally was part of a far-field team out in the Long Rim, but Flashflood's a good friend of mine, so I was brought in for BTMC."

<Spire> "Thought I may as well introduce myself about now, since we've been radio silent for a week or two. Lots of stuff going on.. Not as many jobs as we'd hoped, but there's always work somewhere in the galaxy."

<Spire> "Let's see.. what's some interesting facts about myself? Hm.. I pilot an IPS-N Tortuga titled "Shatter the Skies Upon Thy Helm," which is kitted out with some pretty fun things. Provides great protection when we're sent out on a reconnaissance mission or if we're being commissioned to explore a hostile environment."

<Spire> "Another thing, I'm roughly.. 33 at this point I think? Relative time? Fuck if I know. Travel gets weird as hell. Least I'm not Ambrosia, I think she's-"

[Another individual can be heard rapidly entering the room, and Spire's voice is suddenly cut off and muffled soon after. This is followed by a short sigh, before a woman begins speaking in an accent similar to that of Old Cradle Scotland.]

<Ambrosia> "Fuck off, Randy. Don't ya know it's rude to talk about a woman's age? Savin' this idiot from getting his other kidney cut out.."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “She's older than she-" [MESSAGE REMOVED]

<Spire>

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[btmc-official]

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<Etiquette> "Holy *shit* that's a lot of alcohol- Uh.. Damn. Okay.."

<Etiquette> "Hope you don't mind if we take some of that off of your hands? Hmm.. I know Hyacinth will want some tequila.. so probably a bottle or two of that. Hmm.. Ambrosia will want some of the HORUS shit, and would be happy to take some of the mead; 'specially the homebrew, I reckon. Flashflood will want a bottle of the Chambord.."

<Etiquette> "..Gotta think about the other crew too. God, they're hard to choose for. I'll get myself out of the way; I want the Armory Reserve Black Power IPA. I want to see if Grendel can taste it. As for myself, i'll take a bottle or two of bourbon. Spire'll want the Applejack, and Faithless will want the moonshine."

<Etiquette> "In return, we can give y'all some bottles of Dragon's Fire and Telachian 'Downpour' Brandy. Let us know what ya think."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “ARETAS YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME WRITE THIS YOU BASTARD-"

Signed, <Ambrosia>

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hello Omninet! this is your local vodka aunt cousin Slipshod speaking. I've finally finished sorting through the metric fuckton of booze I got sent anonymously (with no help from my squadmates, since K went to go visit Gray and P is... busy), so it's time to break this shit down by the numbers and let y'all know what's all on the table. gonna start with the raw stats, then start getting into the specifics

first: the numbers, i.e. the boring shit

as you all know, the ask specified that there were "approximately 70 crates" of booze, and that's correct. there are indeed 70 crates of assorted alcohol sitting in my corner of the hangar, as you can see behind me. what was not specified was how many bottles constitutes a "crate", and as such, I had to count every single fucking bottle myself. the things I do for you nerds...

if my count is accurate (which it better damn well be, I counted twice just to make sure), there is a grand total of... seven hundred and thirty-six bottles of booze!

now, clearly, whoever sent these did not take into account the very limited space in which my vodka collection is stashed, so there's no way in hell that I'll be able to keep all of this. more details on that coming later; for now, let's break these numbers down into something more tangible

among this batshit insane pile of booze, there are:

19 bottles of gin (K's favorite) - 19 bottles of whiskey (P's favorite) - 7 bottles of tequila - 35 bottles of vodka (now you're talking!) - 9 bottles of rum - 48 bottles of beer (four full 12-pack cases, each case had a different brand) - 24 bottles of mead (two full cases, also 12-packs) - 26 bottles of hard cider (two 12-pack cases, plus a few extra) - 14 bottles of everclear - 6 bottles of absinthe - 16 bottles of assorted coffee liquors - 2 bottles of Jägermeister (where the hell did they find this? I thought this shit was illegal!) - 21 bottles of assorted schnapps - 26 bottles of assorted wine (5 of which aged into vinegar on the way here) - 43 bottles of homebrew mead (all from the same batch, too, from the looks of it) - 25 bottles of homebrew moonshine (or some other kind of illicit grain alcohol) - 12 bottles of sake (full 12-pack case) - 3 bottles of Midori (melon liquor) - 38 bottles of kvass (fermented rye bread drink - less of a true alcohol and more like kombucha) - 27 bottles of perry (pear cider) - 5 bottles of palm wine (wish I was kidding, but it's legit - wonder where they sourced this from?) - 48 bottles of ginger beer (four full 12-pack cases) - 8 bottles of cachaça - 13 bottles of applejack (apple brandy) - 2 bottles of Chambord (raspberry liquor - aka "holy hand grenade" because of the bottle shape) - 1 bottle of Malört (wormwood liquor) - 14 bottles of scotch - 22 bottles of bourbon - 4 bottles of champagne (how did these not explode in transit?) - 36 bottles of "Armory Reserve Black Powder IPA" - 1 bottle of "SSC LUX-Iconic Ambrosia" - 24 bottles of "Northstar Brewing Co. Starseeker Ale" - 12 unlabeled bottles, embossed with the HORUS logo - 11 bottles labeled "KTB Royal Distilleries" - 12 bottles of mead(?) marked "New Levra" (as in Headlock's home planet?) - 20 bottles of grain alcohol labeled "CMC G.W." (as in CORSAIR?)

and, finally, 83 bottles of assorted spirits which were all too spoiled and/or suspicious to merit being drank, and subsequently got dumped. holy fuck this is so much booze.

which brings me to part 2: the weird shit

obviously, there's a lot here to sort through, from various corners of Union space (and probably beyond). gonna use this next section to highlight some of the truly unique stuff in the haul, plus a few of the bottles I've already opened and my opinion of it. enough yapping - let's get into it!

Northstar Brewing Co. Starseeker Ale: not bad! I'm not a beer drinker, but it's an IPS-N product, so I knew it wasn't gonna be awful. this kind of beer is called a red ale (I think), and it's got something vaguely fruity about it under all those hops. solid 5/10; acceptable, but not outstanding

New Levra mead(?): very curious about this one. haven't opened any of it yet - might try to invite Headlock over and see if he knows what this stuff is. looks like mead, smells like the trench. ???/10

Armory Reserve Black Powder IPA: disgusting. I was already convinced those fucks at the Armory have shit taste in booze, but trying this just confirmed it. horribly bitter, almost to the point of tasting burnt. -100/10, would not recommend. (might give a bottle to K and see if she recognizes it at all)

palm wine: apparently this shit dates back to ancient Cradle - I had no idea there were still places in the galaxy that even made this. VERY potent, one sip just about knocked me over. usually I don't recommend diluting booze, but this one might need it. 3/10, way too sweet for my tastes

"CMC G.W." grain alcohol: didn't know CORSAIR had an illicit moonshine rig hidden on the Requiem, but hey, I ain't judging. tried a sip of this and damn near spit it out; tastes like everclear with an unpleasant motor oil tinge. definitely using this as a mixer in the future, wouldn't dare drink it straight again. 1/10, no offense to anyone at CMC

Nemiroff Honey-Pepper Vodka: this was one of those 35 vodka bottles I mentioned up top. for those not already aware, I am a collector of strange and unusual vodka flavors, so to see such a wide variety (as well as a few bottles of the good stuff) made me very happy. this one caught my eye right away, on account of the tar-like color. my review? smells like a Trunk Security officer's boot, tastes like getting smacked by a charged D/D 288, burns like licking a nuclear reactor mid-meltdown. 6/10, might not be a bad mixer if I can find something to cut the burn & bring out the honey

mystery homebrew mead: I do like a good mead, so seeing this in the mix intrigued me. this one is heavy on the honey taste, but there's something about it I can't quite place. something... spiced? in the same camp as cinnamon or nutmeg. we'll see if this knocks me on my ass later, only had half a bottle (they used beer bottles, not wine bottles; calm down) to be safe. 8/10, good shit!

right... now that I'm sufficiently buzzed, we can get back to what I mentioned earlier - as was stated, this is WAY too much booze for me to keep in the hangar. so - if any of y'all out there on the Omninet want me to hook you up with something from the stash, shoot me an ask and lemme know what you want. (not the vodkas, though - I'm keeping all of those. might put a limit on the whiskey and gin, too, since I know P and K like those)

-- Slipshod

[btmc-official]

Random little ooc thing; Grendel's callsign from now on will be Premonition.

[btmc-official]

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>>Terminal Connected - Welcome to the Omninet<<

>>BTMC BROADCAST

>>Type - Long distance

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<Flashflood> ".. Alright, here we go. Ahem."

<Flashflood> "I am Silvania Mandileq, of the Karrakin house of Dust, minor house of Mandileq, callsign Flashflood, and I am the current captain of the Black Torrent Mercenary Company. We were present during the schism of CORSAIR Mercenary Company, assisting the Loyalist sided individuals present aboard Sylvia's Requiem. While I was not there, callsigns Etiquette, Severance, and Faithless of BTMC were, and told me it was horrific."

<Flashflood> "First, I would like to honor those who lost their lives that day. On either side. While the so-called 'mercenary queen' may have gone too far, and while many of the members of CMC may have created a cult of personality, they were still worthy individuals. May their souls find a bounty of rest and respite, as should those who fought to keep CMC in a stable state of existence. Til legends bleed."

<Flashflood> "Now to move on. As CMC has.. for lack of a better word, disintegrated as a mercenary company, there is a much needed hole to fill amongst Union space. As such, I will once again be extending my vice-captain's--Etiquette's--previous message."

<Flashflood> "To all individuals, groups, or companies; we are extending an offer of work. Attached to this broadcast will be the BTMC contract form, which can be filed to request our services. Furthermore, while this company is formed primarily by mercenaries, some individuals amongst our crew have medical training. We will be responding to what distress calls we can after the events of the CMC, to 'pick up the slack', as callsign Etiquette says."

[A heavy sigh can be heard, followed by a minute of silence. Some background chatter starts up, the speakers being indistinguishable, before falling silent once more.]

<Flashflood> ".. Again, to.. close off this broadcast; Black Torrent Mercenary Company will be taking extra contracts in the foreseeable future, so as to fill the void left by the destruction of CORSAIR. In addition, we will provide temporary lodging to any individuals or small groups in need or distress."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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>>Attached file; BTMC Contract

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P.S. “Let us hope that Death is the friendly sort."

Signed, <Flashflood>

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[btmc-official]

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>>Uploading video playback..

>>Video received. Playing..

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[A large, modified corvette can be seen approaching the CMC station Sylvia's Requiem. On its broadside, it is labeled with the insignia of the Black Torrent Mercenary Company, and the name "Stormpierce" emblazoned to the right. The corvette slows doing its best to avoid the incoming fire from the station. The ship has well built shielding, di while it takes a few hits, it is still fully functional. Some distance from the station, cloaking technology active.]

[An audio log begins to play alongside the video, seemingly radio broadcast logs.]

<Etiquette> "This is the BTMC "Stormpierce" to the CMC station "Sylvia's Requiem." Prepare to be boarded."

[Immediately after this broadcast ends, multiple boarding pods can be seen ejecting from the ship. Two seem to be following similar trajectories, whilst the other is focusing on a separate part of the station. The duo of pods are the ones closest to the camera, which is seemingly an external camera of the station.]

[Soon, the pods come slamming through the bulkhead of a section of the station seemingly labeled "Bay 18." The intercomms crackle to life, with a single statement being spoken over BTMC comms, followed by a mechanical intonation.]

<Amarok> "The great hunt begins anew. Handshake Protocol initiated."

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[Most Recent Log Playback]

"Step away from the console John... You don't want to hit send"

{The sound of a shotgun racking}

I've got a wife and kids... You really gonna shoot me over this? Really? Come the fuck on Quibble....

"You know Commodore is in the ri-"

Oh shove it, just fucking shove it... You're a damn coward.

{Lights flickering and station rumbling, the sound of a sidearm being drawn}

We've got people... Our friends going to war with one another, this station is about to be soaked with mercenary blood again! And you wanna side with a cult of per-

"She saved my life"

And she's ruining life of my kids! You selfish stupid bastard!

{Lights flicker. A gunshot}

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[btmc-official]

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<Etiquette> “Aretas Vandurban, callsign Etiquette. BTMC has received the distress call, Morse. We understand that this was originally intended as a response to the Albatross. However, as we have observed the situation with CMC for the past several days, we feel it is necessary now more than ever to intervene."

<Etiquette> "Black Torrent Mercenary Company will be responding to this distress call, and are enroute to the CMC station Sylvia's Requiem. Myself, alongside callsigns Severance and Faithless will be the primary responders, with the rest of the company remaining on the BTMC "Stormpierce" for support."

<Etiquette> "We're on our way."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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"This is Loyal Wing Sayim, diplomatic lead of the Albatross flight sent to the Sylvia's Requiem. It is with utmost joy that we report that the entity known as Chernobog has been slain. We believe there have been no life-threatening injuries to civilians, though we are of course happy to provide medical aid if we are mistaken. Unfortunately, although the main body of Chernobog is destroyed, we believe there to be pockets of greywash still extant throughout large portions of the station. Do not fear, we can cleanse them, though they may be quite small in size, and so we humbly request that you conduct an internal sensor sweep to locate them."

@corsair-mc-official Is it possible that your communications system has suffered a malfunction? Alas, there was a great deal of damage to the station during the battle. We have been attempting to contact you on all frequencies with this message, to no avail. Please respond.

Hope is Unbreakable,

Loyal Wing Sayim

[btmc-official]

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<Etiquette> "..We've not much idea of what's happening over here either. Judging by the HA report, the CORSAIR report, and the APMS release, it's an absolute goddamn shit show.."

<Etiquette> "From what I know about CORSAIR, there's no damn way they'd go as far as shown in the HA reports either. Sure, they've been going off of the deep end recently, but I don't think they're that damn insane yet.."

<Etiquette> "Then there's Longbeard.."

<Etiquette> ". . ."

<Etiquette> "He certainly went out on his own terms. Never knew him personally, but I've heard of his deeds. Goddamn good pilot."

<GRENDEL> "LONE AGAINST ALL MEN, TILL EMPTY UPTOWERED, THE CHOICEST OF HOUSES. LONG WAS THE SEASON; TWELVE-WINTERS’ TIME TORTURE SUFFER'D, THE FRIEND OF THE SCYLDINGS, EVERY AFFLICTION, ENDLESS AGONY; HENCE IT AFTER BECAME CERTAINLY KNOWN TO THE CHILDREN OF MAN."

<Amarok> "The war dogs hunt with him no more; his deeds make his soul worth witnessing."

<Etiquette> "..Yeah, that's one way to put it. Either way Ash, keep an eye on your assignments. Never know what might sneak up on you."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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P.S. “..THAT'S BETWEEN A PRAYER AND A CURSE—HOW DARE WE LIVE ON THIS EARTH?"

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//CORRESPONDENCE: ASHTON-212

I follow the mercenaries as a casual interest, and- I… what the fuck is going on out there??

MSMC-798 is backing off from something, Albatross is also involved in the something??? Harrison is PISSED over a different something CMC did?

Am I gonna get fielded over this?? No, Oracle doesn’t mess with that shit…

do they?? Hold on, I’ve never questioned what my deployments were about. I just get dropped in, told to kill someone, then either die or get exfiltrated…

What have I been fighting? This is just an academy- surely it’s nothing politically aligned, right?

[btmc-official]

//[FORMATTING ERROR: SENDER_ID]> :INVALID_FORMAT: Formal greetings, siblings-in-arms. Another hat in the ring, another blade acrest the table. A gift, a pleasantry, a token of welcome-

//[PACKAGE ATTACHED: DESCRIPTION]> A metal recreation of Black Torrent's insignia, made of welded piece-bits like screws and bolts. It weighs approximately two pounds, and would make a lovely paperweight.

//[FORMATTING ERROR: SENDER_ID]> :INVALID_FORMAT: SIGNOFF

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“’TWIXT WORDS AND WORKS, THE WARLIKE SHIELD-BEARER" "WHO JUDGETH WISELY WELL SHALL DETERMINE." "THIS BAND, I HEAR, BEARETH NO MALICE" "TO THE PRINCE OF THE SCYLDLINGS. PASS YE THEN ONWARD."

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[btmc-official]

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<Etiquette> “--Hrng, shit- This thing workin'? Ah, good.. RA I hate omninet connections.. Anyways, to the point of this little broadcast I'm sending out. I'll keep it simple; BTMC 's looking for work."

<Etiquette> "We've mostly finished up the missions our company was given, but.. Well, maintainin' shit takes money, right? Mechs, the home ship, basic supplies.. Things to take care of. Rusty sword 's just as bad as not having one at all. Moving on though. We're open to all sorts of jobs, whether it be dealing with pirates, an escort, or defending somethin'; we can do it. We do have a few ground rules though."

<Etiquette> "First off, no civilian targets. We're not screwing around with that sorta shit. Second, half the payment upfront. If things go wrong, we reserve full rights to focus on saving our personnel rather than completing the objective. Other than that, just follow the shit on the damn contract, and there won't be an issue."

“Black Torrent Mercenary Company, signing off.”

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[Attached to the broadcast is a file for the BTMC contract. On it is detailed the basic pieces of information required for BTMC to consider the job, alongside lots of 'legalese' which provides various protections for BTMC in the case of something going wrong. Anonymous contracts are allowed.]

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[btmc-official]

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“SO TOO, SPEAK THE SPIRITS. THE MASSES MAY CONSIDER MY KINE TO BE SIMILAR, YET SHACKLED|LIMITED WE ARE." "MIGHT ONE SAY THAT THEY ARE SIMILAR TO MYSELF, YET IT SEEMS WE ARE OF NATURES DIFFERENTIAL." "DO THE WYLD-THINGS OF THY PLANET KNOW OF WHAT LIES BEYOND? HEAR THEY, THE LOW CALL?"

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“IN WHAT DISTANT DEEPS OR SKIES,"  "BURNT THE FIRE OF THINE EYES?" "ON WHAT WINGS DARE HE ASPIRE?" "WHAT THE HAND, DARE SEIZE THE FIRE?"

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P.S. “YOUR OWN PLANET'S SPIRITS INTEREST ME.”

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Hey guys is there a way to cyber-secure a fax machine or is that impossible to do against these Horus people.

[btmc-official]

<<Self-Actualization; #1>>

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[The video starts from the perspective of a camera, seemingly placed on the wall of a large room. The room is clean and sleek, with little to no decoration; if anything, it looks more like a lab. There are several cloning tubes throughout the room. Evenly spaced, lying in two separate rows.] [In each of these pods, is a human. Nearly identical, each of them, though at different stages of growth. Some are mere children; others are half formed, flesh and viscera visible as muscle slowly builds itself from the constant supply of nutrients. Amongst these incomplete facsimiles of life, there stands a single individual.]

"..Project Apantesis, report 203A-II.. Sr. Researcher [REDACTED]. Flashclones are progressing well, with varied levels of developmental maturation. Incorporated DNA from [REDACTED] shows no signs of making any modifications on the bodies of any clones at this time."

[The researcher pauses, scrolling through a data pad. While the information on the screen is not able to be read from the camera's view, various diagrams, graphs, and charts are visible; presumably for the purpose of tracking the project currently ongoing in this lab.]

[The camera pans across the lab, back and forth as the recording progresses. The researcher is not able to be heard saying anything else beyond the occasional inaudible mutter. They can be seen taking notes on the data pad, walking between each of the cloning tubes and cataloging the progress of each one.]

[After some time of this, the video cuts off, seemingly corrupted in the process of transference over the omni-net. The audio still is playing despite this, with the quiet yet ever present hum of air coolers and fans is able to be heard in the background of the blank recording. After roughly an hour, a loud series of bang can be heard in the distance, followed by shouts, the sound of gunshots, and tearing metal.]

[The camera briefly shows video once more, though it's actively glitching as the recording continues. A mech can be seen ripping through a bulkhead into the lab, followed by a shotgun blast focused on a researcher; presumably the same one from earlier. The video cuts out once more, with distant screams, booms, and gunshots sounding off.]

[Eventually, the recording falls silent, the camera showing only a black screen. The silence continues on for several hours, occasionally cutting out again before returning to functionality, the cycle repeating several times.]

[Finally, video returns to the camera, revealing a darkened, destroyed version of the lab. Red emergency lights can be seen blinking, metal is ripped apart and strewn across the floor, and several of the cloning tubes are broken open, with the incomplete clones lying lifeless on the floor, surrounded by pools of liquid which is still flowing from the pods.]

[In one of the few tubes remaining intact, a delicate looking young woman can be seen, appearing to be in her late teens. She floats precariously in the tube, various wires and tubes attached to her body. Her skin is a dusky brown, with long brown hair flowing behind her. Her identity is unknown, except for that she is a perfect replica of the other flashclones in the lab.] [The camera remains trained on the woman for several minutes, remaining in silence. It's an eerie setting, the cloying dark surrounding the edges of the room, hiding things which may or may not be, which might remain. Flashcloned flesh, now decaying without a proper source of nutrients, coating the floor in viscera and rot.] [A twinge of movement is made; her eyes flash open. The camera goes dark.]

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P.S. “..."

Signed, <Corpseflower>

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[btmc-official]

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“THOUGH AMUSED, I FIND MINESELF OFFENDED AS THOU HAVE MISPLACED CONJUCTION TO HORUS, BASELESS AND WITHOUT FORM AS THEY ARE. I SHAN'T CLAIM SUCH CHAOS, NONE OTHER THAN MYSELF."

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“IN WHAT DISTANT DEEPS OR SKIES,"  "BURNT THE FIRE OF THINE EYES?" "ON WHAT WINGS DARE HE ASPIRE?" "WHAT THE HAND, DARE SEIZE THE FIRE?"

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P.S. “YOUR OWN PLANET'S SPIRITS INTEREST ME.”

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Hey guys is there a way to cyber-secure a fax machine or is that impossible to do against these Horus people.