<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Shari_void.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antoine Shari<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mars Warden station, Shari's office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The whole crew<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Briefing<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shari punches a few keys and the image of the large office viewscreen shrinks as it is replaced by a new one – a video stream. It shows the head of a man with graying hair, a shortcut beard and skin that has been leathered by harsh Martian winds. For a moment, he seems frozen in time before the stream begins to play.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Beard5.jpg)</div><br/>“I’m Sheriff Fielding. I'm what passes for the law in Presidia, and I think we may need some help. You see, there's a bunch of things that's gone missing around here. It was just small stuff at first, but later people started reporting that their pets had gone and wandered off. Pets don't normally like leaving for long here, because it gets awfully cold at night. Not that day and night are much different round these parts, except for the lights.”<br/><br/>The Sheriff pauses for a moment and looks off-screen for a moment. He then says to someone unseen, “Shut up! I'm on the call. We've been over this. I ain't got a clue what's going on and people are scared.” He pauses, while the someone lips off. “Get out of here before I put a boot up your ass.” The Sheriff looks back at the screen with a slight blush. After a moment he continues, “Now, as I was saying – we need help here. Gear and pets gone missing is trouble, but now we've had some people disappear. I can't make sense of what is going on and could really use someone with a bit more experience in this kind of thing.”<br/><br/>The image on the screen stops again, then the window closes. The picture of the town moves to fill up the empty space once again. Looking at all of you, the Warden-Commander says, “I don't know if this is anything for us to worry about here, but Presidia is essentially deep under the surface of the planet. It could be that their mining has stirred something up that we need to deal with before things get worse. If you get down there and it turns out to be a local problem, help the sheriff out as best you can and then get back home. If it's something else, do what you need to do.”<br/><br/>The Commander sits and leans back in his chair for a moment before continuing, “Things in the system are starting to get very strange, and I don't know how much longer we're going to be able to keep a lid on things.” “You can pull any data you may need out of the network. Honestly, there isn't much there. Presidia is isolated and the locals like it that way. Don't expect the warmest of receptions when you get there." Giving a relaxed salute to the team, the lights come on in the office as the viewscreen switches back to an external feed of the Martian space outside the station. "Good hunting and watch your backs. Remember, it's up you to keep all this in check and protect those who don't even know they need protection."<br/><br/>Shari looks at the group, "Quiet lot here today aren't you? I'm sure you'll have some questions and the network won't have all the information you need, so if you don't feel like finding things out off the web from your wristcomms, feel free to field them to me and I'll answer what I know. If there's nothing else after that, we'll assign you your ship and off you go."