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<b>ACCESS LOG</b></span> --&gt; <i><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">DOSSIER</span></b> <b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">LOOKUP</span>.</b></i></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>CDR. CANAAN DRENNEN</b></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">CURRENT STATUS --&gt; ACTIVE.</span></i></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 9px">access to subject records: denied.<br/>
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</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Commanders' squad is apt to make strange requests at times, but as he watched while Ylona ran her fingers through AXS-062's hair and suggest a codename for the prototype he couldn't help but agree that replacing numbers with something more physical would suit the situation well. If the Avoxiis was as coveted by the enemy as Sugawara initially suggested than the more they could do to make it seem like just another member of the team the better. Avielle, though? What a strange choice. Of all the possible names... what was he thinking? It didn't really matter. Everybody except Basche was privy to speak out of turn and if the kid had more of a backbone he'd have him promoted to Lieutenant Commander, then maybe Drennen would be on shore-leave relaxing with a bottle of bourbon and Basche would've been sent to make the pickup instead. His scrutinizing gaze dissipated for a moment as he watched Ylona over AXS' shoulder.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Permission granted, but I want no fraternization between you and AXS. No matter how <i>friendly</i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> you are to it I need you to remember that this isn't anything more than a long-term assignment."</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Avoxxis had stood still and silent for a moment as if it were combing for the right answer. The end result would be the same -he'd have to take it with him no matter his thoughts. It was what was tasked. Messing with human biology and evolution never turned out well in all of the popular action-adventure holobooks he read as a child but if anything was apparent it was that those with the ability to play around with the unknown never fail to do so. It wasn't long after he agreed with Ylona's name choice that <i>Avielle </i>acknowledged the interrogation. And its response... actually unsettled him for a split second. So Avielle would essentially make the hard choices for him? That - sounds like it would be willing to usurp his authority on a whim. And if there's anything he didn't appreciate <i>in the fucking least </i>it was the fate of the mission plucked right from his firm grasp. "The success of the mission" comes with many variables, sometimes the right choice is ethical and sometimes it requires immense emotional and moral sacrifice. It's an officers' duty to make these calls, not a bioweapons'. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">The Commanders' scrutiny only intensified at this revelation but the day was wasting and he would be able to see just how far Avielle would be willing to push this come the next mission - even though that wasn't a risk he wanted to take. Not now. He did, however, appreciate that it would be willing to make a suicide run at his word. If that thing didn't make it back it would have to be bagged-and-tagged and shipped back to SSAG with a nice thank-you note accompanying a fruit basket from CDR. &amp; Co. Now that, <i>that</i> was a pleasant thought. The scientists could then take their boasting about something that shouldn't be capable of higher thought processes as a weapon and place it exactly where they're talking out of.</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><span style="font-size: 10px">Drennen does not let his guard down when he replies to Avielle. He does not directly address what it had offered him or let on that he disapproved of the answer. It may not have mattered anyway, the Avoxxis was probably already busy searching his face for microscopic cues that he wasn't satisfied. Advanced cybernetics usually allowed for those kinds of feats to be possible.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 10px">"<i>Avielle...</i> you will be transported back to base and outfitted with your own personal suit of combat armor as well as given limited access to the spec ops armory. You are to report to me or General Yuuto Sugawara should you have any concerns. If there is anything immediate you need clarification on you can ask after it on our way back. <i>Welcome to the Corps</i>."</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">His attention was called away from the subject as Dr. Won ducked out to go update Sugawara on the situation. Mikhail Nazarov spoke up. It was always amusing to hear what manner of violence he'd gotten himself excited over. Drennen actually flashed a genuine grin at his subordinate for the first time that morning... and it was right then he knew he made the right choice putting the kid on clean-up duty. What better time to kick him while he's down?<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"By all means, bloody your knuckles. Don't let me stop you. If this genetically-engineered weapon of mass destruction is as advanced and remorseless as these labcoats say it is I'll make sure they have the medics on standby. Your next of kin might want to know, though - burial or cremation? We can always shoot your body into the sun if you prefer to keep whatever little dignity you died with. I hear space send-offs are the up-and-coming trend anyway... just something to consider, Nazarov."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><span style="font-size: 10px">From the kevlar bandolier that held a few clips of modified ammo, the screen of the Commanders' personal holotablet began glowing purple. Incoming correspondence. Comms were always much easier to navigate than the holotablet, but due to the fact that his helmet was left back at base he made quick work of removing it from its case and confirming identity to unlock a new transmission from Sugawara.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><span style="font-size: 10px">{ - ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION - }<br/>
{ - ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION - }<br/>
{ - PRIORITY: HIGH - }<br/>
{ - IDENTITY CONFIRMED - }<br/>
{ - ACCESSING ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION - }</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"></span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3"><span style="font-size: 12px">  CDR. -<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3"><span style="font-size: 12px">YOU AND YOUR SQUAD ARE NEEDED BACK AT BASE ASAP. WE'VE RECEIVED NEW INTEL ABOUT ONE OF OUR CONTRACTORS. VANTABLACK'S PULLED OUT OF THE CONTRACT WITH THE DOD. WE HAVE REASONABLE SUSPICION THAT THEY ARE CLOSE TO A BREAKTHROUGH ON PROTOTYPE TECHNOLOGY THAT COULD POTENTIALLY TURN THE TIDES OF SPACE WARFARE AS WE KNOW IT AND GIVE OUR ENEMY A CRUCIAL ADVANTAGE.<br/>
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THIS MATTER IS - PERSONAL TO ME COMMANDER. IF YOU HAVE RETRIEVED AXS-067, WE WILL TAKE CARE OF GETTING THE AVOXIIS OUTFITTED. YOU AND YOUR SQUAD WILL BE DEBRIEFED AND ALLOWED DOWNTIME BUT WE'LL NEED YOU MISSION READY. <br/>
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			  - GEN. SUGAWARA</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3"></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><span style="font-size: 10px">So, without even so much as time to get a mission report together, it was off to the races again. All of this prototype technology he's been sent to retrieve and entrusted with - it was only a matter of time before a prototype handheld nuclear bomb malfunctioned in the middle of a firefight and turned him and his squad into a smoldering pile of radioactive ash. <br/>
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The Commanders' lips hardened into a grim line and he looked up from the holotablet at his compatriots. First at Mikhail, then Ylona, then Langdon, and finally - Avielle. Mikhail would probably be excited to potentially taste some action if this new mission wasn't anything like retrieving a cybernetically-enhanced superhuman. Langdon was probably still poring over all of the technical jargon in Avielle's dossier.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Playtime's over. We're needed back at base. Sugawara's been vague but the transmission is clear that this is top-priority. Make sure you've got your shit together and let's move."</span></span></span>​</div>