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DAEDALUS: A cosmic spanning organization. They nab folks they feel have "potential" on trumped up and often highly fictitious charges. The poor sods get a choice: face justice and a sure death sentence or do their "time" and work for Daedalus. Most choose the latter for the obvious reasons.

ADMETE: Planet covered in water in the Nebulan System. It has a few high tech cities, but for the most part it's rural whith large swathes of its ocean uninhabited by the local dominant species (the "kelp people" are a different matter, but they're hardly civilized). I'M NOT GOOD AT PLANET THINGS. So if you wanna make up a more comprehensive blurb sling it my way or we'll just make it up as we go.

THE MISSION: Big Business wants in on the mining rights in this aquatic world. Taking out opposition leaders and creating highly charged political situations that make Big B look favorable is the name of the game.

SUB MISSION: There's something in a tomb in the Novalis Crevice that goes down oh about a few highly pressurized miles. Special equipment is needed to reach these depths and for oxygen breathing creatures you'll only have so long down there before you run out. It's said there's a guardian, but no one goes to this boonie location so who knows. Inside is some sort of...thing. Daedalus did not specify. But they did say their operatives will know it when they see it. Well okay then. Anyway they're to retrieve it and bring it back to the group.

EXTRA MISSIONS: Idk none at the moment will add as we make them up

ROCKET: Charged with large amounts of manslaughter (not untrue), Rocket has been sentenced by Daedalus. He chose work over execution. Unfortunately his sentence grows ever longer as he has a habit of leaving his partners to die. For this reason every partner he lets die earns him less pay and less rations. NOT A FUN TIME. He's pretty thoroughly of the opinion Daedalus can choke on a bag of glarxion nerfles. Which he's told them. Loudly. And repeatedly.

SHINO: Charged with enslaving a foreign intelligence, slaughtering foreign intelligence, endangering the local ecology through acts of terrorism and being criminally beautiful, Shino has been sentenced to an hella long term. He's here. He's not getting out. And Daedalus has Big Plans for him. He just needs to make it through the rookie missions and Get On Board With Things. And they're planning to make sure he does.

#yolo

Date: 2016-05-30 10:23 pm (UTC)
inuko: (determined | they always go)
From: [personal profile] inuko
Fresh meat. His mind lagged behind comprehension compared to his own desires, looking over at the not-quite-tanuki with hopeful eyes. Then he shook his head, irritated as suddenly as he'd been intrigued, because it wasn't about edible anything. It was a terrible nick-name, like the ones from what they called basic training, and it was a poor substitute for any name Shino's worn in the last however many years.

He frowned (he was scowling, he just didn't realise it) and continued braiding his hair. Tying it off with a thin strip of leather. There were hairties and rubber bands and scrunchies, all nonsense words at first, but he eschewed them out of stubbornness more than necessity.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." The scowl faded, expression settling into neutrality as he settled his braid in around his neck, reaching for the helmet and then standing to loom over Rocket.

From five feet away, but regardless, for once he was feeling significantly taller than someone in the room, and it was a welcome distraction from what they were about to do. Swimming? He was fine with. Shino knew how to swim. Had learned. Enjoyed it. Staying submerged for an extended period of time when he didn't even have Murasame to rely on had his heart beating faster in spite of himself, his fingers curling around the hilt of a sword that simply wasn't there.

"And it's Inuzuka." He pulled his helmet on, fumbling the catches before he heard everything seal with a hiss that drew his attention down. Staring along the length of his nose had him going cross-eyed, not much wiser for the effort made.

It was overwhelming at times, but he'd deal. He had to. If he didn't...

"Ready." Old meat.

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