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Author Topic: Insurrection II — [A New Day, pt. 3] — Mission Briefing  (Read 10805 times)

malcador the sigillitevasili invests in arms business

We haven't started yet. We will be starting tomorrow morning.

Đurad sees a small antelope nearby.  Blazer will be starting the game in the morning.



The OP has been updated.

Just as a note, the Polvetna Power Station is the abandoned facility described in the image on the OP.  It is the small rectangular urban area north of Polvetna.  The Mynat barracks is the military location outside of Mynat between Rte. 4 and Rte. 5.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2016, 03:22:25 AM by SWAT One »

Oh, what? I thought that meant I would be an agent of the government acting as an undercover double agent in the PRM. That's a shame.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2016, 03:31:48 AM by CypherX »

ONM Subversives are agents who are PRM Operatives masquerading as ONM Officials.  You cannot play in this game as anti-PRM.  The antelope thing was a joke.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2016, 03:38:34 AM by SWAT One »

That's not a double agent, it's a single agent, but I understand. Ah well.

People's Reclamation Militia
You awake at the Polvetna Power station, in a cot in a large office space with many others.  It appears that most others are awake or have already gotten up and head outside for food.  You take a quick look outside and see that Viktor Novil, the leader of the PRM is waiting.  You can only presume that he is about to announce to everyone that the time has come to go on the offensive, after over a year of passively spreading anti-Kreusche propaganda.  You quickly rise and get dressed for the day, and head downstairs and through the entrance to the station's offices to the courtyard to grab some grub, and mingle with the others.

Osvon National Military
After more than a year's work with little to no time off, the cycle has finally made its rounds to you.  You have been granted three day's paid leave to do with as you like.  You awake in your tenement on the far side of Somnje Island, in Grendov, the town just south of Grendov Station.  You awake in the late morning, a relief after having to wake up early in the morning for a majority of the year, and head to the front room of your apartment to find that a letter has been left  for you in the usual place, tucked inconspicuously in the floor vent just under the cupboards of the kitchen.  You take the letter and open it to read it, it is an urgent message from Viktor Novil, telling you that an important announcement will be made today at noon at the PRM's HQ.  It is imperative that you attend this meeting.

What will everyone do?

Let's all go to the lobby!

Petir grabs scoops some prefab scrambled eggs, and grabs a breakfast biscuit and puts it onto a plate, and grabs a fork, quietly saying "Thank you" to the cooks on duty.  He grabs a bottle of water from the plastic package below, steps away from the food line, and then looks around to see any familiar faces.

Alexandru could be seen exiting the barracks, his unbuttoned button up blowing about behind him as a cool breeze swept through the courtyard.  He took a pair of sunglasses from his pockets and quickly put them on to cover his squinting eyes.  He walked over to the food line, grabbing his paper plate and taking his scoop of thawed egg blend, grabbing a biscuit, bottle of water, and a forg for himself.  "Thanks," he said, tipping his bottle toward the man serving the eggs.  He then looked up at Petir, roostering his head back, "What up," he said.

Suljo rubs his eyes, feeling refreshed. After dozing for another half hour, he rolls out of bed and freshens up in the tiny tenement bathroom. He then makes a quick breakfast of plain toast and notices the letter. He picks it up, reads it, and quickly is on the way out after calling a cab. "Polventa, please." The cab driver nods and starts the drive west on highway (?) 6.

highway (?)
Route* or Rte.*



Petir turns around and walks over to Alexandru, placing his hand on his shoulder.  "Hey, what's up?  You look tired.  Ready for today?"

Alexandru roostered his head back again as he took a scoop of egg on his fork, shoveling it in and chewing, "I was born ready," he said as he chewed and quickly swallowed, as if he hardly tasted the food at all.

"Glad to hear."  Petir shovels another bite of eggs into his mouth.  "How many do you think we have now, minus those guys from the military," Petir asks as he stands on his toes and craning his neck to look around the room.

Alexandru furrowed his brow, looking around, "What, people?" he said, facing toward the coast, barely visible through the palms that swayed gently in the breeze.

"Yeah.  How many bodies do you think we got?  We have some operatives on the way from the barracks at Mynat and Grendov, though most are already here."