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MPT-LS - Year of Hell - Magnusson contacts Roebuck

Posted Aug. 25, 2021, 7:38 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - Magnusson contacts Roebuck

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - Magnusson contacts Roebuck

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - Magnusson contacts Roebuck
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The Admiral’s handsome, charismatic features materialised onto the screen, the identity of the caller upending his customary smile for a fraction of a second. But other than that, the man didn’t miss a single beat.
“Ah, Commander Magnusson,” his tone was of one engaging in friendly chatter over coffee. “I was not expecting a call from you on this channel. Is everything okay over there?”

  • Admiral Roebuck

“No, Sir” Adam said simply, he kept a calm tone and his stony expression didn’t change a fraction as he scanned the Admirals face, taking in every detail he could “We have an anomaly lose that we believe is likely to have come from Hades. Anomaly ARU-2750” He paused to see if there was a reaction before moving on “Yesterday as we left the base you raised the classification level beyond me and the Captain, I am requesting that you lower the classification so we can learn what we can” He worded it as a fact not an accusation as if he were discussing changes in a Log.”

CIO

“Ah,” Roebuck inhaled with a sharpness that was almost apologetic. “That. Commander, I can only apologise, with full sincerity, for such an unacceptable lapse in station security. Please assure Captain Cobb that those responsible have been fully dealt with.”

A smile, placating and yet fleetingly brief. “I trust the anomaly is now securely contained? And that no significant casualties ensued?”

  • Admiral Roebuck

A slight raising of an eyebrow was Adam’s only reaction “Until we access the Station files on the anomaly we can’t be certain that it has been fully contained” He explained without explaining “I expect the internal investigation files will also be made available to us” Again it was not a question. His left hand silently tapped and tried to access the files again without looking away from the screen.

CIO

For a moment only silence followed, broken eventually by the soft creaking of the chair as Roebuck reclined into it and brought hands to steeple under his chin.
“Your background in intel is impressive, Commander. So I doubt that you need me to explain the importance of information security. And the part that classification levels play within that.”
The smile extended no further than the Admiral’s lips, delineation between confidence and arrogance almost impossible to detect. But in a heartbeat it was gone, the mask slipping as furtive glances scrutinised each corner of the room. Before once more returning to face the terminal screen, tormented eyes penetrating through space and time to the other man beyond.
“Zachariah Cobb is the closest thing to a father I have ever known,” the urgency of his whisper demanding that Magnusson listen to every word. “I could not forgive myself if something were to…

It was not set loose to cause harm. Only to occupy. To distract. So that none would have thought to question…”
Eyes wide at the sound of footsteps. Still distant in the corridor beyond. But approaching.
“…the Triangle. I am so sorry. I.....”

The screen cut to black. And then came nothing but silence.

  • Admiral Roebuck

Adam didn’t call after the Admiral when the screen cut out, he knew there was no point and he was not one to panic. He calmly pushed the chair back and stood up slowly, inside his heart he could feel his heart racing, well not exactly, it was only a few beats faster than normal but for him, that was as close as racing. A distraction, for whom, the Leviathan? The Captain? There were easier less risky ways to distract but perhaps not as effective. He reached for his lower back, under the jacket at his lower waist where he kept his type 1 cricket phaser in a small holster. He knew it was a nervous habit but he did it anyway, there was no one to see and the best time to be nervous was when you were alone. After getting his heart rate down closer to 40 bpm and his face smooth he left the ready room.

CIO


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