Koberly Peters's Story

Somewhere on Langara, in an undisclosed location:

it was to be a simple smash and grab, gather intelligence on the strange anomalies that had been detected on Terra via long range spy drones, and through the prying eyes of the vast Aschen intelligence network. Senior Agent Samuelle armed with a T65 Mk II Combat skin, various weapons grenades, and other devices prepared himself for departure through the newly christened Astral Transit Array, a device capable of teleporting individuals, and small groups across interstellar distances.

"Check your weapons, smash and grab, capture any persons of interest for analysis and interrogation, and neutralize any resistance." Director Angel's voice rang through his communication system.

All systems green, Array opening in T-minus thirty microns

Slamming a fusion cell into his Type 03 Disruptor PDW, a short ranged somewhat inaccurate but fast firing weapon, Samuelle checked the power read indicator and nodded in approval.

"We don't know what we're facing, so be on your toes."

Transit array activation in ten microns!

The ring like device shuddered and began to whir to life as concentric electromagnetic inductors spun and energized, the nadion field enveloped the device, and the portal ignited with a vortex of multicolored light.

"Right." Samuelle growled, and stepped forward to feel the static sensations as the field enveloped his form, and he glanced back for just a moment in perhaps something akin to hesitation. Snapping the visor closed to his T-65 combat skin, the glossy black visor obscured his face, and offered a hermetic seal. With holographic HUD coming to life, the agent took another step forward and embraced the swirling vortex of rainbow light.


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Inside the library of the Terran National Government, papers, book, and anything that wasn't tied down suddenly began to become agitated by wind that began to swirl from nothingness. In an undisturbed corner of the library, a vortex of multicolored light came to life, slinging books, paper, and tables not anchored down all across the room, this vortex persisted for a scant few moments before dissipating into nothingness.

Phase-shift cloaking engaged, Samuelle checked his surroundings while his HUD began highlighting targets in the distance. It was some sort of battle. Gritting his teeth, his personal shields engaged and he moved forward subtly, and quietly. Wide spectrum systems picking up an anomaly, perhaps a cloaked individual? The blurry outline of Hunter C-21 shimmered, and the residue of weapons fire became highlighted. Gritting his teeth, he opened fire with a short burst from his Disruptor, out of nothingness, searing green bolts of compressed nadion particles and barium plasma, dozens of them were hurled towards the Minuteman. The weapon barked it's sharp series of reports before silence returned.

Searing green bolts of light that were unmistakable for the disruptor weapons of the Aschen Empire.