Special Operations and Performance (IC)

We are SOAP Operatives. We are the best of the best of the best. We serve the Democratic United Triumvirate in the dark. According to the government we don't exist. We work outside the law for the law, and in some ways above the law. However, we do not get to enjoy this privilege. If only because we are always on duty, and always working. This is our life. We do dirty, dishonorable things proudly in the name of the Triumvirs.

I stood on the bridge of the CSA Wash-Out. An apt name for a ship working for SOAP I thought to myself. I placed my hand on the command station. Feeling the plasti-steel it was made of. I thought of my team. Somehow they can enjoy shore leave. I think to myself before glancing at the digital display of the shipboard clock. We still had another half an hour until take off, but I knew that they would be showing up about now.

To do otherwise would be risking getting burned. A burnt agent is as good as dead. The government will typically maroon said agent on a newly terraformed colony world without even the shirt on their backs. They also will never be allowed an off-world visa. Essentially putting them in prison without having to give them food or shelter. I suppressed a shudder. Being raised a Spacer made him fear being ground side without hope of being in the comforting confines of a space ship.

I began to walk to the briefing room, so I could be ready for the team once they arrived.

A young man entered the bridge, carrying a medium size bag on his back, Giving a half salute to Jordan. "Morning, Captain." He said lightly, as he passed Jordan, coming over to his station and setting the bag down. Turning about,for a moment to shout after the Captain. "Sir, I'll begin pre-flight checks. While we wait for the rest of the team."

Without waiting for an acknowledgement he quickly sat down, and started to turn the systems on one by one. "Wonder what's in store for us today." He mumbled to himself, leaning over to his bag. He opened the bag and pulled out a tablet, turning it on and leaning back in the chair. Beginning his work on the pre-flight checks. He began to calmly whistle to himself, as he finally started getting to work.