“So what’s this about - if you can spare some intel, Cap?” The Warrant Officer inquired, Brotton flashing the ID badge that was attached to his ballistic vest. The Captain didn’t respond immediately, instead only showing his own badge and then returning to an internal pod bay on his wrist-mounted tablet.
“Word from on high, soldier. That’s all you and your little Chimp buddies here need to know.” The junior officer remarked curtly. Turning his wrist over, he was then greeted with the chilling blue light of the tablet screen: emblazoned on the loading screen the insignia of Supreme Command, a blazing eagle stretching wings out into inky space, dominated the view.
“On High - Supreme Comm - ISAAC? How the fuck did we get comms back across the Veil?” The Gendarme whispered quietly, even stepping closer as his brief word seemed to catch a curious look from an Imperial soldier or two nearby.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” Captain Stelter offered, waving his opposite palm across the screen to turn his tabet blank. “You know how Command works, we all know what we need to know - first time for everything though, have you ever met ODIN before?” The door to the elevator opened with a ding, and the two soldiers promptly entered.
As the pair of soldiers approached Hanley’s office, Chief Brotton exchanged a brief few words with the Imperial guards, who quickly then dispatched to the Admiral of the pair’s arrival. Brotton, being a Gendarme of the EPKF Security Forces, was one of the liasons that was in constant contact and cooperation with the Imperial detachment that occupied the Capital Sector alongside the rest of the EPKF. Waved on after the Admiral waited in her office, Brotton entered before the Captain, and stood at rest beside the door after a sharp salute.
“Admiral Hanley ma’am, I have a Captain Stelter from military intelligence.” CWO Brotton introduced, his arm dropping to his side as Stelter pressed his heels together with a quick nod.
“Thank you, Chief - Admiral, I’m Captain Stelter, EPKF intel-jaeger.” After the brief introduction, he was prompt to let his orders speak for themselves. Flashing a palm back across the blank face of his tablet, it winked to life with a chime. “I have a message from KYZAGHAN.” Was all he offered before the microproject of the warpad glimmered, an interface springing to life in the air as the same emblem floated in the aether. As the datalines began to download terabytes of intelligence to Hanley’s systems, the emblem shuddered just slightly before a chilling, modulated voice sounded throughout the room.