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| MH-132 'Puma' |
Internal DPSI reference document - OD tag A-01624
Northern Bloc had set up a massive facility at Jamestown, which served as a port for both terrestrial and space-borne commerce. It included a customs and inspection holding area which took some time to get through, even as efficient as it was. Every piece of cargo and person had to pass screening before debarking onto the NB mainland or heading on to Aracosa Island.
The Puma’s crew chief announced “two minutes,” over our comms. RFC Groeden slid the door open. The warm air hit me, after spending the last hour in the air-conditioned troop compartment of the helicopter, it felt good. My muscles were getting stiff in the cold. I’d asked the crew chiefs a few times in the past, if they could keep it a little warmer in the back. They’d told me that it was for the avionics components in the ceiling, not for anyone’s comfort. I knew better than to argue with a crew chief. The last thing I needed was to have the pilots come back and explain the same thing, while I stood at parade rest.
I swung my feet out the side of the troop compartment, my legs dangling with nothing between them and the ground that swam past 30 feet below. “One minute,” called the crew chief over our comms. I raised my clenched hand with thumb extended and repeated the call. The rest of us did the same. I checked my equipment one last time, everything is secure, weapon, round chambered and on safe. I could see the outskirts the city coming into view, as well as the facility we were heading for.
Helicopters never wanted to be on the ground or even hover. Despite the considerable armor on the Puma, it was still thousands of delicate parts working together, any serious disruption and the aircraft could be forced to land. They were back in the air, moving into a orbit around the target building as we were running towards the side entrance. Chalk 1 was moving to the far side and chalk 3 was maneuvering towards the front of the building.
Within seconds, we’d stacked up near the side door. We’d expected the building security to at least have some presence outside, but there had been none. It was perhaps a smart move on their part considering we’d brought in gunships on top on ground troops. The MH-132 Puma had a veritable arsenal on board, a nose mounted 30mm rotary cannon, two door gunners with 12.7mm machine guns, 8-16 anti-tank missiles or 2-4 multipurpose rocket pods. More than anyone on the ground wanted coming at them as we approached. CPL Henderson attached a breaching charge to the handle of the door. I felt the bounce from Groeder behind me and I bounced again to let the CPL know that we were ready. Henderson yelled “breaching, breaching” into the squad comms. The others were shouting in unison on the platoon net.
The explosion was small but violent, the shattered pieces of the door’s locking mechanism was scattered both in and outside the door. Henderson pushed into the door and shouted, “hallway, door right.” We reacted accordingly and stacked up on the interior door. Henderson and I would provide security, while Groeder and Jenson would push through into the room. I looked back, Groeder moved in and turned right to secure his corner, Jenson was on his back and broke left in the room. “Negative contact, room secure, no exit,” shouted Groeder. They withdrew into the hallway behind us.
We moved from room to room as the other teams did the same. “Contact lobby!” I heard over the platoon net. Chalk 3 had encountered a pair of security guards, who had prepared to fire on the soldiers as they entered the lobby. I heard 6 distinct shots from our LS-64 assault rifles followed by a report of, “lobby clear!” Chalk 1 had encountered no resistance so far, our three squad were converging on the center of the building.
As we met near a group of elevators two men from each squad fanned out as rear security. I met with SSG Rodgers and SGT Gill once we’d been sure things were stable. Gill was the leader of chalk 3, he reported that the two guards had hidden behind some overturned furniture in the lobby. As they entered, they’d jumped up with weapons drawn. The two guards were shot before they had a chance to decide what to shoot at.
Prelate-Inquisitor Marius told us that we’d likely find our objective on the lower levels. We used the elevator override to lock them into position. We opened one door, the elevator was on the bottom floor, down 4 stories. Gill, hacked into the building’s fire systems and locked the fire exits, securing the stairs leading from the other levels. If we had time to clear those floors, it’d have to come later. I took the 4 Inquisitors and chalk 3 with mine as we descended down the elevator shaft to the maintenance crawlspace above the sub basement.
Gill’s team scouted ahead. He said the level was mostly empty, save for 5 security guards and a team of 7 scientist types. The guards on this level were armed with sub machine guns, unlike the pistol brandishing guards in the lobby. The rest of us moved into the crawlspace above the sub basement, taking up positions where we could simultaneously neutralize the remaining security.
We were ready to breach the ceiling and finish up out operation. It’d been a good day so far, no casualties on our side and minimal use of force. It did seem somewhat off to me that we’d brought along so much firepower for a small security detail in a sparsely populated building. I called out over the platoon net and we simultaneously fired 1 burst into each of the security guards, dropping down from our vantage points in the maintenance crawlspace.
We corralled the scientists quickly and they seemed to be in shock at the suddenness of our assault. Marius grabbed the senior scientist and pulled him into a side room to question him. None of us overheard the conversation, he returned from the room without the scientist. Groeder said he saw the man slumped motionless in an office chair. Marius readied his black rune-covered machine gun, trained the weapon at the remaining scientists and opened fire. They screamed for a moment, but they were all lying on the floor or slumped over office equipment before any of us registered what he was doing.
He’d turned to us and said that, “this evil was not to remain un-cleansed.” He pointed across the room at a large door sealed with a 10 digit keypad. “We must proceed into the heart of this abomination,” stated Marius. I told Gill to hack the keypad and get us inside. I looked back at the scientists, their blood now pooling on the floor of the room. The entry wounds caused by Marius’ weapon were still glowing red-orange from the Flux infused ammunition that the Inquisitors used. The other three Inquisitors seemed to be watching us carefully.
Gill called out that he’d bypassed the lock on the door. Marius led the Inquisitors to the door and flung it open. Before him stretched a catwalk, surrounded by counterrotating rings. The chamber was brightly lit, though partway through there was a brownish fog that dimmed the far side. Marius instructed that we follow his team closely. He stopped short of the far door leading out of the strange room. I felt a wash of dizziness wash over me as I entered the fog.
Marius said, “This is a ‘Dusk Construct,’ you will focus your attention upon that of which you can understand. What you cannot comprehend will be purged by us.” He pushed the far door open, the swirling rings around me were adding vertigo to the dizziness caused by the fog. I centered myself and focused on the door ahead of me. Gill commented on the platoon net, “What the fuck is this place sarnt?” I paused a moment, “I don’t know Gill, keep your head on a swivel and watch your six.”
The door at the far end opened into a space that looked like a typical lab, except the fog was everywhere here. I looked around and the everyday objects before my eyes seemed hazy, almost insubstantial. I reached out and touched the corner of a cubicle, I had half expected it to pass through, but my hand met a solid object. I pulled my hand back to the fore-grip of my weapon and continued scanning for anything out of place. Though, from what my eyes were showing me, something normal would have freaked me out more.
I cycled my EFD through night-vision and thermal. The night vision was completely blacked out, which made no sense, I could see just fine without it. Later Marius had mentioned that what we saw here was not natural light, he failed to adequately describe what it was though. The thermal was also dark blue and yet, it wasn’t cold in the room. I did see a glow in the far side of the room and pointed it our to Marius, he told us to be on guard.
Marius approached the “hot-spot” on the floor in the far corner of the room. When he got close, something... something, leapt “out” of the bright spot in the thermals. It was dark blue like the rest of the room and I switched off my optics. The motion tracker software in my helmet was tracking something, I strained my eyes. The Inquisitors were already beginning to fire on the thing. We followed suit, a staccato of gunfire echoed through the room, the thing that had come through the floor staggered and collapsed.
Marius flipped out the rune-inscribed bayonet on his weapon and thrust it into the thing’s neck and with a twist and quick jerk, decapitated it. I moved closer and it looked like a large, skinny dog, with black skin. The head was wide, with a large mouth and had no visible eyes or ears. “Do not trouble yourself with these lesser demons,” said Marius. “They require no magical practices to purge.” He turned and walked to the wall adjacent to the door we’d entered through.
He examined the wall for a less than a minute, pressed a spot near a seam in the material. The wall retracted and slid the the side to reveal another door much like the first. He opened the door and again there was a catwalk, I couldn’t see the walls of the chamber around it. The brown fog receded into a more rose-colored mist. I could see a door on the far end of the catwalk, but no more. Marius strode down the catwalk as if he were in a hurry to be somewhere. He opened the far door, I saw nothing but the mist beyond. He was nearly hidden from view by the mist himself.
He closed the door and said, “we are fortunate, the ‘Fold Construct’ is incomplete. It’s time to leave.” I looked back at the other Inquisitors who had been assembling something out of components they’d carried with them. “I’ve received word from the other operations of similar findings,” Marius said. “Deitech is finished as of today, their evil can no longer smite the people of the Imperium.” A strange choice of words, as we hadn’t officially used the term ‘Imperium’ referring to human occupied space for thousands of years. The last remnants of it’s use died out in archaic documents back in the ‘60’s.
The Inquisitors finished their device, which certainly looked to be some sort of explosive. They stood up and followed Marius back to the first catwalk, we followed after them, wary of anything else that might decide to hop through the floor. As we exited, Marius instructed us to leave the door to the lab at the far end of the catwalk open, but to close and lock the door in the sub basement.
We used the fire system override to activate one of the elevators and rode back up to the first floor. We found the rest of the platoon standing about casually as the ADAP were cordoning off the building and extracting the remaining personnel from the floors we’d ignored. Outside was a large tilt-rotor transport pained in the red and black motif of the Inquisition. The remaining scientists and security from the building was being herded into the transport. I didn’t want to think what fate awaited them after seeing Marius in action down below.
The Pumas were on the ground now, we ran back out to our respective helicopters and climbed back aboard. I felt a pull on my body as the pilots “pulled pitch” and lifted us back into the air. I watched Marius and the other Inquisitors hurry the ADAP officers and the other personnel away from the building. A few moments later, I saw a ripple flash across the ground and felt a strange impact inside me. As if I’d been hit with a concussive wave, but it didn’t affect me physically, almost like waking up from a dream of falling with a sudden jolt.
END EVENT - OD TAG A-01624
April 14, 2379
STATUS - CLOSED (SEALED)
DPSI Director - Hark, Jaekob T.
Transcript of SSG Broadman, Andrew J. (Ret)
Joint - ADAP/NBSOC (JADSOC) Nullification of Deitech Corporate Assests
April 14, 2379 PC
The information we’d been given was a bit sparse. We knew the Deitech corp. was under investigation by the DKDP for the past 13 years since the raid in 2366. We weren’t briefed on the exact details of the events surrounding that event. I knew what I’d heard on the news.
The Deitech corporation was officially under the jurisdiction of the DDFI. It was a special case, no other corporation was being overseen by anything but the DCA. Their products were being developed by infusing Flux energy into otherwise ordinary items. In more common products, it served as simply a power source. Their military hardware’s lethality was boosted by the Flux energy.
Deitech had been setting up unauthorized research and development centers in the CCS in 2363. For 3 years, they had refused inspections teams from Northern Bloc. The CCS government was shielding them politically, which added considerable tensions between the two countries. Ultimately, the DKDP pressured the CCS into allowing an inspection team in.
They didn’t show up with an inspection team however. The DKDP sent an Inquisitor assault team and the NBSOC sent a team of SRS troops. The raid was killed dozens of Deitech employees and they seized truckloads of equipment. The Inquisitors defended the raid, saying that Deitech had been creating “unholy machines of a nature that could only be seen as corrupting.” Deitech later released a statement, that they had done nothing to breach DDFI or DCA protocols and their research had been sanctioned by the CCS.
After the event, an embargo on Deitech products was enacted in Northern Bloc. This caused considerable stock losses. After which, Deitech had sold off it’s building in the Corporate Park in Calcinam. They did continue on as an independent research firm, which contributed to technology for various contractors. It was said that the DKDP adopted many of the Deitech weapons designs into their own models.
Today we had been briefed that there was an event at the Deitech research facility in Jamestown on the mainland. A number of the employees had been forced out of the building by their own security and they had sealed off the lobby. Reports were more than a little thin beyond that. Our counterparts in the Inquisition told us that Deitech had opened up a source of Flux energy, which was now flowing freely out of some kind of “breach.”
It’s difficult to understand exactly what the Inquisitors mean sometimes. They’re always speaking in some righteous rhetoric about evil and things the eye cannot see. Prelate-Inquisitor Marius was leading his team with us today. He had told us that this “den of evil was beyond redemption” and “we should trust our hearts before our eyes.” The Inquisition had always been at odds with society to a degree. They felt, even more so than the DKDP clergy, that we had fallen into decadent times and judgement would soon be at hand. “Even we could not stem the tide of evil in our world. Absolution be damned.” He’d once said.
April 14, 2379 PC
* * *
The information we’d been given was a bit sparse. We knew the Deitech corp. was under investigation by the DKDP for the past 13 years since the raid in 2366. We weren’t briefed on the exact details of the events surrounding that event. I knew what I’d heard on the news.
The Deitech corporation was officially under the jurisdiction of the DDFI. It was a special case, no other corporation was being overseen by anything but the DCA. Their products were being developed by infusing Flux energy into otherwise ordinary items. In more common products, it served as simply a power source. Their military hardware’s lethality was boosted by the Flux energy.
Deitech had been setting up unauthorized research and development centers in the CCS in 2363. For 3 years, they had refused inspections teams from Northern Bloc. The CCS government was shielding them politically, which added considerable tensions between the two countries. Ultimately, the DKDP pressured the CCS into allowing an inspection team in.
They didn’t show up with an inspection team however. The DKDP sent an Inquisitor assault team and the NBSOC sent a team of SRS troops. The raid was killed dozens of Deitech employees and they seized truckloads of equipment. The Inquisitors defended the raid, saying that Deitech had been creating “unholy machines of a nature that could only be seen as corrupting.” Deitech later released a statement, that they had done nothing to breach DDFI or DCA protocols and their research had been sanctioned by the CCS.
After the event, an embargo on Deitech products was enacted in Northern Bloc. This caused considerable stock losses. After which, Deitech had sold off it’s building in the Corporate Park in Calcinam. They did continue on as an independent research firm, which contributed to technology for various contractors. It was said that the DKDP adopted many of the Deitech weapons designs into their own models.
Today we had been briefed that there was an event at the Deitech research facility in Jamestown on the mainland. A number of the employees had been forced out of the building by their own security and they had sealed off the lobby. Reports were more than a little thin beyond that. Our counterparts in the Inquisition told us that Deitech had opened up a source of Flux energy, which was now flowing freely out of some kind of “breach.”
It’s difficult to understand exactly what the Inquisitors mean sometimes. They’re always speaking in some righteous rhetoric about evil and things the eye cannot see. Prelate-Inquisitor Marius was leading his team with us today. He had told us that this “den of evil was beyond redemption” and “we should trust our hearts before our eyes.” The Inquisition had always been at odds with society to a degree. They felt, even more so than the DKDP clergy, that we had fallen into decadent times and judgement would soon be at hand. “Even we could not stem the tide of evil in our world. Absolution be damned.” He’d once said.
We were getting a ride in style today, the rhythmic vibration of the MH-132’s rotors were lulling me into a half sleep as we approached our objective. It was a small compound on the outskirts of Jamestown, the 2nd largest city in Northern Bloc after the partial destruction of Highland 2300 years ago. Jamestown was the primary mainland port that served as a junction for most traffic to and from Aracosa Island. Northern Bloc had, in recent years, become more and more suspect of the other countries on Ares, particularly after a Flux weapon was detonated in a west coast city of the CCS in 2363. A year after that, the failed ‘Gentleman's Revolt’ had occurred across the core worlds.
Northern Bloc had set up a massive facility at Jamestown, which served as a port for both terrestrial and space-borne commerce. It included a customs and inspection holding area which took some time to get through, even as efficient as it was. Every piece of cargo and person had to pass screening before debarking onto the NB mainland or heading on to Aracosa Island.
The Puma’s crew chief announced “two minutes,” over our comms. RFC Groeden slid the door open. The warm air hit me, after spending the last hour in the air-conditioned troop compartment of the helicopter, it felt good. My muscles were getting stiff in the cold. I’d asked the crew chiefs a few times in the past, if they could keep it a little warmer in the back. They’d told me that it was for the avionics components in the ceiling, not for anyone’s comfort. I knew better than to argue with a crew chief. The last thing I needed was to have the pilots come back and explain the same thing, while I stood at parade rest.
I swung my feet out the side of the troop compartment, my legs dangling with nothing between them and the ground that swam past 30 feet below. “One minute,” called the crew chief over our comms. I raised my clenched hand with thumb extended and repeated the call. The rest of us did the same. I checked my equipment one last time, everything is secure, weapon, round chambered and on safe. I could see the outskirts the city coming into view, as well as the facility we were heading for.
Helicopters never wanted to be on the ground or even hover. Despite the considerable armor on the Puma, it was still thousands of delicate parts working together, any serious disruption and the aircraft could be forced to land. They were back in the air, moving into a orbit around the target building as we were running towards the side entrance. Chalk 1 was moving to the far side and chalk 3 was maneuvering towards the front of the building.
Within seconds, we’d stacked up near the side door. We’d expected the building security to at least have some presence outside, but there had been none. It was perhaps a smart move on their part considering we’d brought in gunships on top on ground troops. The MH-132 Puma had a veritable arsenal on board, a nose mounted 30mm rotary cannon, two door gunners with 12.7mm machine guns, 8-16 anti-tank missiles or 2-4 multipurpose rocket pods. More than anyone on the ground wanted coming at them as we approached. CPL Henderson attached a breaching charge to the handle of the door. I felt the bounce from Groeder behind me and I bounced again to let the CPL know that we were ready. Henderson yelled “breaching, breaching” into the squad comms. The others were shouting in unison on the platoon net.
The explosion was small but violent, the shattered pieces of the door’s locking mechanism was scattered both in and outside the door. Henderson pushed into the door and shouted, “hallway, door right.” We reacted accordingly and stacked up on the interior door. Henderson and I would provide security, while Groeder and Jenson would push through into the room. I looked back, Groeder moved in and turned right to secure his corner, Jenson was on his back and broke left in the room. “Negative contact, room secure, no exit,” shouted Groeder. They withdrew into the hallway behind us.
We moved from room to room as the other teams did the same. “Contact lobby!” I heard over the platoon net. Chalk 3 had encountered a pair of security guards, who had prepared to fire on the soldiers as they entered the lobby. I heard 6 distinct shots from our LS-64 assault rifles followed by a report of, “lobby clear!” Chalk 1 had encountered no resistance so far, our three squad were converging on the center of the building.
As we met near a group of elevators two men from each squad fanned out as rear security. I met with SSG Rodgers and SGT Gill once we’d been sure things were stable. Gill was the leader of chalk 3, he reported that the two guards had hidden behind some overturned furniture in the lobby. As they entered, they’d jumped up with weapons drawn. The two guards were shot before they had a chance to decide what to shoot at.
Prelate-Inquisitor Marius told us that we’d likely find our objective on the lower levels. We used the elevator override to lock them into position. We opened one door, the elevator was on the bottom floor, down 4 stories. Gill, hacked into the building’s fire systems and locked the fire exits, securing the stairs leading from the other levels. If we had time to clear those floors, it’d have to come later. I took the 4 Inquisitors and chalk 3 with mine as we descended down the elevator shaft to the maintenance crawlspace above the sub basement.
Gill’s team scouted ahead. He said the level was mostly empty, save for 5 security guards and a team of 7 scientist types. The guards on this level were armed with sub machine guns, unlike the pistol brandishing guards in the lobby. The rest of us moved into the crawlspace above the sub basement, taking up positions where we could simultaneously neutralize the remaining security.
We were ready to breach the ceiling and finish up out operation. It’d been a good day so far, no casualties on our side and minimal use of force. It did seem somewhat off to me that we’d brought along so much firepower for a small security detail in a sparsely populated building. I called out over the platoon net and we simultaneously fired 1 burst into each of the security guards, dropping down from our vantage points in the maintenance crawlspace.
We corralled the scientists quickly and they seemed to be in shock at the suddenness of our assault. Marius grabbed the senior scientist and pulled him into a side room to question him. None of us overheard the conversation, he returned from the room without the scientist. Groeder said he saw the man slumped motionless in an office chair. Marius readied his black rune-covered machine gun, trained the weapon at the remaining scientists and opened fire. They screamed for a moment, but they were all lying on the floor or slumped over office equipment before any of us registered what he was doing.
He’d turned to us and said that, “this evil was not to remain un-cleansed.” He pointed across the room at a large door sealed with a 10 digit keypad. “We must proceed into the heart of this abomination,” stated Marius. I told Gill to hack the keypad and get us inside. I looked back at the scientists, their blood now pooling on the floor of the room. The entry wounds caused by Marius’ weapon were still glowing red-orange from the Flux infused ammunition that the Inquisitors used. The other three Inquisitors seemed to be watching us carefully.
Gill called out that he’d bypassed the lock on the door. Marius led the Inquisitors to the door and flung it open. Before him stretched a catwalk, surrounded by counterrotating rings. The chamber was brightly lit, though partway through there was a brownish fog that dimmed the far side. Marius instructed that we follow his team closely. He stopped short of the far door leading out of the strange room. I felt a wash of dizziness wash over me as I entered the fog.
Marius said, “This is a ‘Dusk Construct,’ you will focus your attention upon that of which you can understand. What you cannot comprehend will be purged by us.” He pushed the far door open, the swirling rings around me were adding vertigo to the dizziness caused by the fog. I centered myself and focused on the door ahead of me. Gill commented on the platoon net, “What the fuck is this place sarnt?” I paused a moment, “I don’t know Gill, keep your head on a swivel and watch your six.”
The door at the far end opened into a space that looked like a typical lab, except the fog was everywhere here. I looked around and the everyday objects before my eyes seemed hazy, almost insubstantial. I reached out and touched the corner of a cubicle, I had half expected it to pass through, but my hand met a solid object. I pulled my hand back to the fore-grip of my weapon and continued scanning for anything out of place. Though, from what my eyes were showing me, something normal would have freaked me out more.
I cycled my EFD through night-vision and thermal. The night vision was completely blacked out, which made no sense, I could see just fine without it. Later Marius had mentioned that what we saw here was not natural light, he failed to adequately describe what it was though. The thermal was also dark blue and yet, it wasn’t cold in the room. I did see a glow in the far side of the room and pointed it our to Marius, he told us to be on guard.
Marius approached the “hot-spot” on the floor in the far corner of the room. When he got close, something... something, leapt “out” of the bright spot in the thermals. It was dark blue like the rest of the room and I switched off my optics. The motion tracker software in my helmet was tracking something, I strained my eyes. The Inquisitors were already beginning to fire on the thing. We followed suit, a staccato of gunfire echoed through the room, the thing that had come through the floor staggered and collapsed.
Marius flipped out the rune-inscribed bayonet on his weapon and thrust it into the thing’s neck and with a twist and quick jerk, decapitated it. I moved closer and it looked like a large, skinny dog, with black skin. The head was wide, with a large mouth and had no visible eyes or ears. “Do not trouble yourself with these lesser demons,” said Marius. “They require no magical practices to purge.” He turned and walked to the wall adjacent to the door we’d entered through.
He examined the wall for a less than a minute, pressed a spot near a seam in the material. The wall retracted and slid the the side to reveal another door much like the first. He opened the door and again there was a catwalk, I couldn’t see the walls of the chamber around it. The brown fog receded into a more rose-colored mist. I could see a door on the far end of the catwalk, but no more. Marius strode down the catwalk as if he were in a hurry to be somewhere. He opened the far door, I saw nothing but the mist beyond. He was nearly hidden from view by the mist himself.
He closed the door and said, “we are fortunate, the ‘Fold Construct’ is incomplete. It’s time to leave.” I looked back at the other Inquisitors who had been assembling something out of components they’d carried with them. “I’ve received word from the other operations of similar findings,” Marius said. “Deitech is finished as of today, their evil can no longer smite the people of the Imperium.” A strange choice of words, as we hadn’t officially used the term ‘Imperium’ referring to human occupied space for thousands of years. The last remnants of it’s use died out in archaic documents back in the ‘60’s.
The Inquisitors finished their device, which certainly looked to be some sort of explosive. They stood up and followed Marius back to the first catwalk, we followed after them, wary of anything else that might decide to hop through the floor. As we exited, Marius instructed us to leave the door to the lab at the far end of the catwalk open, but to close and lock the door in the sub basement.
We used the fire system override to activate one of the elevators and rode back up to the first floor. We found the rest of the platoon standing about casually as the ADAP were cordoning off the building and extracting the remaining personnel from the floors we’d ignored. Outside was a large tilt-rotor transport pained in the red and black motif of the Inquisition. The remaining scientists and security from the building was being herded into the transport. I didn’t want to think what fate awaited them after seeing Marius in action down below.
The Pumas were on the ground now, we ran back out to our respective helicopters and climbed back aboard. I felt a pull on my body as the pilots “pulled pitch” and lifted us back into the air. I watched Marius and the other Inquisitors hurry the ADAP officers and the other personnel away from the building. A few moments later, I saw a ripple flash across the ground and felt a strange impact inside me. As if I’d been hit with a concussive wave, but it didn’t affect me physically, almost like waking up from a dream of falling with a sudden jolt.
* * *
END EVENT - OD TAG A-01624
April 14, 2379
STATUS - CLOSED (SEALED)
DPSI Director - Hark, Jaekob T.
