OE 102
May 6th, 08:56
Location: Antarctica Airspace, Antarctica
The Tausendfuessler soared towards its destination, the distant visage of the Directory Arctic Research Center looming in the distance. To the pilot it was but any other building, but to the passenger, she could feel its presence. Or rather, a device within her could feel the pressure it radiated below the facade of any old research center.
A woman, 'employed' by the Directory, in actuality employed by another organization more interesting in the curious goings on around the DARC, ever since one of their agents had reported on the Fabularis and its unique presence on their radar, a unit constructed at this place. They had been trying to check up on the people here and now she had an excuse to, a scheduled check in with the DARC and after the... to put it simply, untimely passing of the man scheduled to do so a replacement was needed on short notice. For which she of course volunteered.
So now she was looking out to the destination of this journey, a chill running down her spine as the Negative Energy detector within her went almost haywire, requiring her to turn off the thing before it would just blow up and take a part of her chest with it. That would be highly detrimental to her, let alone the rest of the plane and as such there was no real choice in the matter. A meeting with the man in charge, Karl Persson, had been arranged so they were expected. But currently it was unsure if that was a good thing.
Nevertheless the light went on, her seat belt was buckled and she waited for the Tausendfuessler to land. Now the pilot was distracted she did a last check of her gear, while not visibly carrying anything she knew by now this was the belly of a beast, which beast was uncertain, but she was not going in without proper equipment. On the inside of her coat she had two small pistols in need be, a tonfa in each sleeve and a custom energy blade, or at least its inactive hilt hidden inside her upper leg.
Fully geared, and with all that gear concealed in hopes of not being needed the Tausendfuessler landed on its designated landing dock. The door rolling down as she opened her seatbelt and stepped towards the exit. Looking down from the path to see who had come to greet her.
May 6th, 08:56
Location: Antarctica Airspace, Antarctica
The Tausendfuessler soared towards its destination, the distant visage of the Directory Arctic Research Center looming in the distance. To the pilot it was but any other building, but to the passenger, she could feel its presence. Or rather, a device within her could feel the pressure it radiated below the facade of any old research center.
A woman, 'employed' by the Directory, in actuality employed by another organization more interesting in the curious goings on around the DARC, ever since one of their agents had reported on the Fabularis and its unique presence on their radar, a unit constructed at this place. They had been trying to check up on the people here and now she had an excuse to, a scheduled check in with the DARC and after the... to put it simply, untimely passing of the man scheduled to do so a replacement was needed on short notice. For which she of course volunteered.
So now she was looking out to the destination of this journey, a chill running down her spine as the Negative Energy detector within her went almost haywire, requiring her to turn off the thing before it would just blow up and take a part of her chest with it. That would be highly detrimental to her, let alone the rest of the plane and as such there was no real choice in the matter. A meeting with the man in charge, Karl Persson, had been arranged so they were expected. But currently it was unsure if that was a good thing.
Nevertheless the light went on, her seat belt was buckled and she waited for the Tausendfuessler to land. Now the pilot was distracted she did a last check of her gear, while not visibly carrying anything she knew by now this was the belly of a beast, which beast was uncertain, but she was not going in without proper equipment. On the inside of her coat she had two small pistols in need be, a tonfa in each sleeve and a custom energy blade, or at least its inactive hilt hidden inside her upper leg.
Fully geared, and with all that gear concealed in hopes of not being needed the Tausendfuessler landed on its designated landing dock. The door rolling down as she opened her seatbelt and stepped towards the exit. Looking down from the path to see who had come to greet her.