Pandorian Alliance Ops Room

Raylan Risker (Ri-Sker) looked over the dossiers. In addition to doing PSI work, he had been assigned to start up a branch of The Taskforce here in the Milky Way. They had already established their base here, in the most secure building on the planet. Antongrad's annexation would severely help as a starting point for their continued interest in this galaxy. In trust, Antongrad was like Terra, only not war torn. And the quality of life was better.

He waited to see if any of these dossiers would give him any information on those who would be joining The Taskforce. The Taskforce got the most interesting cases, yet still allowed for plenty of personal time. In addition, it was common for Taskforce members to pursue their own cases, and ask others for help in them. You had plenty of free time, yet there was always something you could do. Plus, the dental plan is amazing.

Raylan awaited the arrival of the other Taskforce Agent, and hopefully more would follow. He was surprised at all the additional support they were getting ever since what people were calling "Awakening Day", called that because the Pansorian Alliance realized that their old plan was not working, so they stopped being so idle and "woke up" to a new plan. A more proactive plan. And this involved with establishing The Taskforce as quickly as possible.

He brought some of the more high priority files. A few cases of interest, involving a possible theft of high value Pandorian Alliance Equipment, The Recon and Intelligence gathering on the nations of UCON, Aschen, and the TNG, and the potential threat against a Pandorian Alliance High Value Individual, or HVI for short. To be honest, he was most worried about the stolen equipment. They had to stop this leak to prevent anyone from stealing any Rift Tech, if they have not got some already, and track the stolen goods.

He looked at the time again, wondering if he was going to show up.

Thomas walked into the Ops Room and looked around. "You called?" Thomas asked Raylan with a smirk. He Thomas would have liked for things to stay idle but orders were orders. He knew they had to figure out why the terrorist had attacked but he hoped they could do it while keeping out of the international spotlight.

"Yes. We need to get down to business, and we need to be working faster then ever before. We got a few things to look into, what seems the most high priority at the moment is this case. Someone has been managing to steal Pandorian Alliance Military Tech. Now, why we do not believe any of our Rift tech has been stolen yet, a lot more Rift Tech will be coming soon with the increased military support in this galaxy. Therefore, we need to catch who is responsible quickly, and if we discover they stole any Rift Tech, recovering it must be our first priority. In the wrong hands, Rift Tech could be disastrous".

Rift Tech was one of the Pandorian Alliance's specialties. That, their psionics, and the multitude of races they have in the Alliance, each with their own perks. But Rift Tech was one of the big ones. While most Rift tech required knowledge of how to use it extensively well, and/or required a Psionic to use it, any Rift Tech was still dangerous in the wrong hands. The effects of an uncontrolled Rift Device were unpredictable at best, devastating at worst.

"Any questions so far?"

Thomas listened carefully. "Do we have any leads? I mean my first inclination would be that this must have been an inside job right?Or at least someone had to be on the inside to make this work?" Thomas was speaking slightly fast. His mind already switching into high gear as he processed the possibilities. It looked like they were going to have a big job ahead of them and given the sensitive nature of the rift tech the clock was probably already ticking.

"Not much leads, but we do have one..." He noted, pulling up a report from Terra involving the arrest of an Assassin. "This assassin had some of our tech on his person. A Nanofiber Commano Cloak, modified to withstand massive explosions while keeping the user unharmed. The cloak is one of our techs, not released to the civilian public. He also had one of our old outdated Hack Modules, and a recently outdated comms unit. The assassin himself has gone missing or something, it's unclear, but according to him he was forced to train and kill by a mysterious organization that put a bomb collar around his neck and held his sister hostage. My guess, this organization bought the tech from them. We need to make this our top priority..."

He then looked over at their own armory. "We don't have any agreement yet with the Terran Government, so they may be uncooperative. So tread lightly. As a secondary goal, we are to access Terra, see if it may be viable to finally make contact. I know that everything we heard makes it sound like a death trap, but children do live there so life clearly must be somehow capable of thriving. That said, trust no one except our own. Understood?"

Thomas listened and scanned the report that was pulled up. He wasn't sure how the Terrans had managed to get some of their tech but if it was a criminal assassin things couldn't be good. "So will this be an official mission or are we going without the consent of the TNG?" Thomas asked. He had heard much about Terra if someone was stealing their tech it could be any number of groups on the planet if they were to find the source they were going to have to do a lot of digging around.

"Trust our own understood." Thomas added.

"Officially, we have no relations with the TNG, though I hear that might change. Therefore, we are flying under the radar. Besides, if they knew, they would likely try to keep it for themselves. Study it and what not. We have no idea if any of the tech is classified yet, but if it is...well, you know our more powerful weapons. You know what would happen".

"The Assassin isn't a concern unless he interferes. We are looking for his handler, who's identity, according to internet rumors we spread, are possibly compromised. However, any intel regarding Arms Dealers or whoever hired the assassin may be useful too. Any more questions?"

Thomas shook his head. "No I think I'm set. Ready to ship out to Terra." Thomas said. He was somewhat curious about the planet but then something stuck in his mind. "Well I do think we may have one problem... We might resemble Terran Children sir. I can't see us getting around without drawing attention and people assuming we are loose children." He said.