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Being an agent meant more to Zara Dawson than anything else. It was a profession she thrived in, something that made her feel whole and complete. Most of it entailed covering dangerous missions, teaching other employees how to handle themselves as well as accompanying them as support. Every now and then Zara would get an interesting mission to join a group to another planet, and that day was one of those mission briefs. LV223 was a planet that had recently been explored by a small team of experts. They were supposed to check in weekly, but it had been two weeks since their last message. One week past contact caused a warning, a second week caused a distress signal to send a team out as soon as possible. This was because it could take time to get power set back up after a failure which wasn't exactly uncommon when travelling so far.<br/>
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"Ready to go?" The female voice echoed through a large room equipped with several large monitors bolted to a framework that created a semicircle of bright light. There were various programs running, with one member of staff seated behind them. He looked as if he was in his mid forties, clearly used to the job and not even taking note of his colleagues words. The slender, toned female behind him gave a stuffled sigh. She bent down to rummage among the many half open crates filled with gear and weapons. It was her job to fill the cases with what they needed and prepare the staff, but so far the others were more keen on focusing on the work they'd be leaving behind. Nobody really wanted to do a revisit and recover mission, it was usually a corpse run.<br/>
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The raven haired female was prepared to move, already kitted out with her weapons. A skin tight suit settled over her hourglass form, revealing every curve, every swell of flesh. Along her suit, there were various additions. Armor that clipped onto her suit was placed over her shins, her thighs, along her stomach and a special plate was fastened over her chest. There was still ease of movement accompanied with the protection of the lightweight protective gear. A belt graced her hips that had a holster on the right. It snugly fit her pulse handgun inside, a small strap curled over it to keep the weapon fastened. Across her body, the woman carried an <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Favp.wikia.com%2Fwiki%2FArmat_Battlefield_Systems&amp;hash=bca6413ec18c25215028b00702fdc765" href="http://avp.wikia.com/wiki/Armat_Battlefield_Systems" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Armat</a> M41A Pulse Rifle. It was by far her preferred weapon. There were a few small places in her armor where she managed to hide two three inch blades, enough to kill in close combat if she needed. Although she could be carrying more, Zara didn't want to take pulse grenades or any weapon that could compromise survivors. She knew her team would be on edge, and that was precisely why she refused any other firepower. Even if they met monsters on the way, their rifles were enough.<br/>
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By the time they'd all gathered into the ship, Zara had recorded that they were an hour late to set off. Already, it felt as if she was losing control of the group. They'd worked together before, Zara was one of the only officers to call in to lead a team in these situations. A lot of them met unfortunate ends, or joined a team permanently. Zara preferred to only go on missions that actually required her presence as opposed to simply wanting a weapons expert like an accessory. Not to mention, most experts usually pulled rank over other members of staff, which seemed to be something the team didn't like.<br/>
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Since they were only travelling from a space station, they didn't need to use the cryogenic chambers, thankfully. But it did mean a week stuck with each other which was going to prove tiresome. During the time, Zara found herself cleaning all the weapons she had and a few back ups she'd brought. Occasionally she would order the team to practice their skills, just in case. It was often the case that all they had to do was find the missing staff and bring them back, or report them as MIA. Hopefully there was something a bit more exciting to do with this mission rather than recover their leftovers.<br/>
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The planet was something she'd expected; darker than Earth by far, but it still held some similarities such as the thick clouds that flew above. As they began to land, more of the scenery became clear. The ground was almost gravel like, cracked and littered with sharp looking rocks. The area where they landed seemed to be at the very start of a pathway that led up toward a large bare faced mountain. The base of operations had been at the start of the mountain, the makeshift facility connected to the ship of the previous crew all seemed in tact, which was a good sign. It meant that they could use that base and reach out from there. <br/>
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Somehow, there was still oxygen in the air, enough for them not to have to wear suits. It certainly made the job easier.<br/>
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"Get on with moving our things to the base, I'm going to take Max and Lin to explore the last known location. Hopefully we will not be here long." Zara spoke firmly before pressing a button to release the pressure and open the ramp out of the ship. <br/>
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As Zara led the pair toward the path, she noticed brief markings of their standard issue boots. A small band along her wrist lit up with a holographic map, it began to add detail with a soft buzz as they began to enter the mountain. A small path was lit inside, small posts indicated the way the group had travelled. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, it looked like just an old, somewhat dishevelled cave. The three made their way deeper into the cave, their flashlights beaming up to assess anything they could find. <br/>
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After travelling through a fairly small corridor in comparison to the rest of the natural structure Zara noticed something of a treat. It must have been why the team were initially there; it seemed as though a ship had somehow made it into the structure. Upon further investigation with her flashlight, Zara notices a rather large amount of rocks that clustered around the large ship. As she gazed up, it was clear that the ship had suffered significant damage from the falling debris. It was  a larger ship than their current one, it must have been from one of the first missions to the planet. <br/>
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"Get the rest of the crew, it's time to investigate." The female announced before watching as Max called the others in via their network.<br/>
</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Several hours later the whole team had started investigating the ship, taking notes and scanning the structure with various tools to record exactly what where they were. It seemed as though the ship had been degrading for some time, dirt and grime was collecting in almost every inch of the structure. Zara split off from the group to search for the main command center. This couldn't have been one of their ships, it was there far longer than their first team had arrived. <br/>
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After finding the center the female began to check the systems. It didn't take long to find a way to reboot the systems, there was no passcode or restriction. Barely functioning fluorescent lights trickled light in around the massive ship. Soft beeps echoed over the speaker system, as well as several locked areas unlocking. A sudden rush of yells echoed from a nearby hallway, causing the female to to frown slightly. She rose with intent and slipped her fingers around the rifle that hung around her by a thick strap. Zara followed the shouting, swiftly darting through the opened airlocks until she reached a fairly well lit medical bay that had several airlocked rooms connecting to it. <br/>
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Some of the team stood in front of one room, guns raised and clear frustration ebbing out of them. "Hey!" The female snapped, causing their gazes to fixate toward her. "There's something stuck in there!" Max yelled, his face twisting with fear. Clearly, they were all fearing what they <i>may</i> run into. Zara pushed passed the group, trying to get a good glimpse of the room. It seemed that several pieces of furniture had crashed into the door and had blocked the view. "It could be something dangerous," Lin murmured softly, causing Zara to bite her tongue. "Look, see that there," Zara nodded to the glimpse of a familiar machine from in between the debris. "Cryogenic chamber for emergencies. There's most likely a human in there, struggling to survive." It did beg the question, why such a big medical bay if they couldn't resolve it? It just didn't seem to fit.<br/>
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"Can you hear me in there? My name is Zara Dawson, we're coming to get you." <br/>
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After finally managing to pry the airlock open, the team got to work with removing the debris. Zara didn't hesitate to push deeper into the room, ignoring the doubts of the team. "Zara!" Max called out, giving her a stern glance. The female almost rolled her eyes, her gun was right across her chest, if something happened she was more than ready for it. <br/>
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When she did catch a glimpse of a figure in the flickering dim light of the once sterile room, the female made her way over toward him. "She always has to be the fucking hero." Another uttered, shaking his head. It was clear that her reaction was unimpressed, a hint of an oath leaving her lips before she finally reached the man she'd sought out. "I'm Zara," Her voice was almost tender, but not gentle. "Can you tell me your name?" In the low lighting, it was hard to make out anything of the person, how badly he was wounded or not. All she knew was that her team were too cowardly to help a survivor who'd most likely been stuck for a very long time.</span>