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Mission 001 [Dictated]
[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground.
This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...
And wondering how the hell he got there.]
... Ugh. Where the hell am I?
[A pause, and then the following filters out]
This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.
[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]
((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))
This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...
And wondering how the hell he got there.]
... Ugh. Where the hell am I?
[A pause, and then the following filters out]
This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.
[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]
((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))
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[He sounds a bit surprised at that, and then his tone is on the defensive]
Who are you, and where the hell am I?
[That said, the voice sounded awfully close. He's just going to start looking around for where Ianto is.]
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[That makes no sense. He was on a Covenant Corvette until a few minutes ago, about to become space particles.
Something slips out that wasn't supposed to.]
Am I dead?
[He does, however, look about for that book the voice mentioned, hesitantly walking towards it.
He sounds heavy, judging by his footsteps.]
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[What did that mean?]
I should be dead. [That same suspicious tone.]
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What d'you mean, 'not yet'?
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[He puts his life on the line constantly, after all]
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[He says that with some confidence.]
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Assuming they're here.