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Meeting the Locals

Posted on Mon Jan 22nd, 2018 @ 7:41pm by Corporal Inola MacKenna

Mission: Ruins

Col. Jordon Mason
SDS Security Liaison
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Cpl. Inola MacKenna
SDS Administrative Assistant

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“Specter 1 to all Specter Call signs” Jordon said activating his radio on his team channel, “Check in.” What followed was a series of responses in the all clear. So far so good.
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Inola was heading towards Jordon when he called for a check in, “All clear.” She said smiling. “This place is amazing.” She added.
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Jordon smiled, “Check in via radio… mission recorder is active.” He reminded her.
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She nodded, wasn’t completely used to this field thing. “Specter 2, All Clear.” She said watching him as she did.
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Jordon turned and resumed his stroll. He’d been moving through what he assumed was a main road through town. It seemed to be one of the widest, and the building ruins along it also seemed to be bigger than most. “What have you learned?” he asked out of curiosity.
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“Probably not as much as the rest of the team, but…” she paused, “It seems to be similar to an early Greek, or maybe Roman civilization.” She said again looking around, “Most of these buildings I wouldn’t be surprised to have found on Earth long ago.”
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Jordon nodded, from what he’d been reading in the files he’d been given access to, it made sense. “As I understand it, Humans had been taken from Earth long ago and used basically as slaves… so it’d make sense some of our tech would be found as well.”
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Inola nodded, she’d read the same thing. “I wonder what happened to them?”
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Jordon shrugged, “While I haven’t been diving deep into it, I also haven’t seen anything that looks like remains… also doesn’t look like weapon damage. My guess is for what ever reason, they moved on.”
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Inola considered that, then shrugged, “Yeah… but why?”
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Jordon laughed, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a grunt… your guess is as good as mine… maybe something irradiated the surface, maybe they used up too many resources, how should I know?”
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Inola stopped and studied something, “What was it you said about no remains?” she said as she pointed.
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Jordon stopped and looked in the direction she was pointing. “Tombstones?” he asked studying the badly worn grave markers.
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“Graveyard?” Inola said and moved towards it.
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Jordon nodded in agreement with her assessment. “It would seem so.” It had been vastly over grown by tree’s and grass, but it seemed to fit the profile. He tried to estimate it’s size, but a lot of it vanished into the darkness created by the tree canopy. He knelt down and ran his gloved hand over the marker. “Mason to Rosetti… We’ve found what seems to be a graveyard. A lot of the markers I think can still be read… with some effort… might help in translating their language, give some examples of proper nouns.” He shrugged towards Inola, it was an idea. “It’s about a klick down the main road.”
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Inola was still exploring when she heard something in the trees… her training took over, and she dropped to a knee and grabbed the rifle handing from the sling at her side, she pulled the charging handle and loaded around into the chamber and started studying the area.
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Jordon saw Inola take a defensive stance and follow suit, he hadn’t noticed anything, but he’d long ago learned to trust his teams. He moved behind her but remained standing, so he could fire over her if needed, he scanned the area looking down the sights of his weapon. “What did you see?”
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“I heard something in the trees… maybe the local populace isn’t gone.” She said her heart hammering in her ears.
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Jordon scanned the area again, “There is no evidence of anyone here.” He said watching, he had almost ordered her to stand down when something dropped from the tree.
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Inola jumped but managed to keep from opening fire. “What the hell is that?” she asked, studying the example of wildlife before her.
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Jordon laughed, “That would be your locals I believe.” He said and focused his attention on it, he glanced into the corner of his H.U.D. to ensure his mission recorder was filming. It looked like a cat, house cat. Not too big. Furry. Pointed ears, cat eyes. But the tail was too long, and the cat was currently hanging from it.
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Inola stood up and safed her weapon. Now that she’d seen it, she could see more watching her from the trees. One of which was balanced on its hind legs holding berries in its paws. It had paused in its eating to watch the newcomers. “It’s a cat-monkey?” she asked still watching the one hanging. It released it’s hold on the tree with it’s tail and flipped on to it’s feet landing in a crouch, it’s tail swishing back and forth.
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“I don’t think they are going to harm us.” He said continuing to watch it with his mission recorder. Something startled them. They all froze, and their ears perked up before they all vanished into the trees. “huh.” He said wondering what else could be out there.
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“Cat’s are bad enough… given a prehensile tail… they’d be horrible.” Inola said standing up and relaxing.
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“Not a cat fan huh?” Jordon asked heading out of the grave yard and back to the road.
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“Cat’s are annoying… would rather have a dog.” She responded following.
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Jordon laughed and nodded his agreement.
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