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Dawnhill Conference Room

8:54 AM

The Conference room was merely a round table with chairs all around it. In the middle of the table was various maps, pictures, books and other information. The room had various figures in it, including Pilot Vinny and Benny from before. The Overseer sat on his chair before a the head of military, Moe Williamson arose. He was dressed in a green uniform with various badges and stripes located on his arm. He rubbed his goatee once before nodding to the Overseer, and looking towards the whole table.

“Gentlemen, at roughly 16 hundred hours, scout ship Niner Sixty four took off from a airstrip on the outskirts of Dawnhill. The plane was on a basic scouting mission to access the area around Dawnhill and to locate any threats, a basic mission with level green clearance. As the mission progressed on, by roughly 17 hundred the group identified a scavenger vehicle, or picture 2A shows the scavenger vehicle and 2 unknown civilians. As the scouting plane went on, we discovered what we can clearly say is a space ship.. Or a Hulk.”

Chatted over flooded the room, various scientists, military officials and even a few people at the table were seen talking. The Overseer raised his hand before the room eventually hushed down.

“What do we know about the area?” The Overseer asked, looking at the map. A male from other side of the table rose up, in a lab coat. He placed a few papers on the table before beginning to speak.

“Well-.. Uh.. Overseer you see.. The area around the Hulk was a urban city center, it’s in ruins now. It’ll be tough to establish a landing strip or at least a temporary area to land without having uh.. Scouted it out first” the scientist said, in a slightly nervous manner.

“Right, what’s the status of our Engineers?” The Overseer asked, viewing a bearded male in his 60s, he had a greyish beard and was wearing a brown trench coat with a plaid shirt and a set of trousers. He stopped slumping on his chair and sat up straight before he began talking.

“Overseer our engineers are ready to go, but as you know from previous events I wouldn’t send our boys nor the boys in the science department anytime soon. For one we need to gather up and establish a convoy but two we need recon units in advance” the engineer responded, and resumed slouching on his chair.

“Right, we’ll split this into phases then. Commander Williamson mobilize a scout force and have them at these coordinates in 24-36 hours, drop ship will be loaded with your armored vehicles and gear, once that is done. Prep convoy’s, you’ll decide what to implement into these convoy’s.” The Overseer began.

“Science and Engineering department, you’ll be going in the second and third convoy’s, divide your men accordingly and set up for a long term mission, 6 months in length before we’ll switch out rosters alright?” The Overseer said, looking at both of the guild heads. They simply nodded and departed their seats.

“I’ll speak with the Head of Trading and People later, for now let’s get first contact on the Hulk. For the crew involved in finding the Hulk, you will receive a commendation and get a month of paid leave, conference dismissed.” The Overseer finished off, before going away from the table, towards his chambers.

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Outskirts of Dawnhill

Airstrip

6:21pm

4 Drop Ships were seen loading vehicles, gear and men into their Hulls. Men and Women everywhere while trucks and vehicles were being moved at quick pace. Two Men with berets on their head were seen walking towards one of the drop ships, one of them was Lt. Damian “Quick” Redden and the other was Cpt. Zack “One Shot” Norman.

“A fucking Hulk eh? Norman, believe our luck. We were hunting down fucking bandits a month ago and now this? God bless the fucking Overseer.” Redden chuckled walking down the airstrip.

“Eh’ we running this operation as well, god bless though I mean.. What we really gonna be doing… covering the ass’s of our guys while we act as guards?” Norman asked, as they neared one of the drop ships.

“I don’t know, no one knows… first Hulk and our staff is of mixed rank… command wants rookies to earn their stripes.. A bad idea I think” Redden replied, dropping his gear into the hull.

“Well let’s get fucking going then, adventure awaits.” Norman said, the duo boarded one of the drop ships.

A few hours went by and the drop ships were seen departing, into the air towards the location of the Hulk…

Outskirts of Dawnhill
Airbase - Runway AC
4:32 pm

“Niner-Sixty Four, premission granted to take off from runway A-C” the sound of the radio dispatcher talking over the scout planes intercom was heard.

“Thanks Dispatch” the pilot of the scout aircraft said.

“Weather’s pretty alright Vinny, we may run into a usual sandcloud at 12000 feet but nothing our scrubber’s can’t handle.” the co-pilot said.

“Focus on the mission Benny, then drinks on me afterwards” Vinny chuckled as he completed the last of the take off checklists.

“Tower, Niner-Sixty Four is taking off” Vinny said over the intercom

“Over, enjoy the views” the tower replied.

The scout plane flew off from the airstrip which was paved with asphalt. The exterior of the plane was painted in a greyish black color with the number “9-64S”. On the outside one could assume it was a transport plane or a trading plane.. Which was it’s original use. Now on the inside it’s fitted with various of radar, sound equipment, but also camera’s to take pictures of the surronding area’s and lands. The crew inside of the plane featured roughly 10 men. 3 flight crew and 7 servicemen. Most the service men had earned there stripes in the recon division of the Coin Army but now due to old age or simply unfit for active recon duty have been dispatched to feature in the airforce. A modest post one could say, decent pay and a good atmosphere for the officers to operate in.

“Billy, you hear about Zhang? Guy got the fucking post” shouted an old voice, seen calibrating a instrument.

“Zhang deserves it you fucker, he placed in more work then you ever will Harry” said a voice, somewhat chuckling while seen filling out a log.

“Yea yea well atleast -..” Billy started before beign cut off by another voice

“Cut it out both of you, we got shit to do, back to your post’s yea?” another voice shouted, before he too returned back to typign something on a monitor.

In the pilot’s cabin there was a sense of calm. Pilot’s often had the easiest schedules in the military compared to other departments. Pilot’s only worked a max of 40 hours a week. Of course the major drawbacks were pilots promotions were restricted as well as there pay. The top pilots earn roughly the same as a sergeant working for the ground forces.

“12000 confrimed, autopilot deployed.” Benny said.

“What the fuck do they expect to find now? It’s been the second plane in 4 weeks and all we’ve found is the usual fugative or bandit camp” stated the third voice in the cockpit

“Eh’ relax Cath, trust me I was the same during my few intial flights.. It’ll get better trust” Vinny said.

“Right, right.. Thrusters are at 50%, energy consumption is average sir” Cathy said, writing these figures down on the log sheet.

The ship slowly moved throughout it’s usual pattern nothing abnormal occured for the first few hours until roughly the forth hour into the flight.

“Should I use long range and get us a recall back to base?” asked Benny, leaning back on the pilot seat.”

“Negative don’t worry-..” Vinny began to say before being cut off by Cathy

“Crew has spotted civilian buggy, seems to have it’s occupants outside of it, requesting we bank to the right.” Cathy stated.

“Affrimative, Benny plot course to the right using the manual.”

Benny nodded before he grasped onto a book with a white cover. He casually skimmed through the pages of the map before checking it with the radar to where they extacly where. After that he merely plugged a set of numbers and the plane drifted to that location. The plane flew over some cloudcover before encovering a huge spaceship… commonly refered to as a hulk.

“Mother of god..quick call HQ we found a fucking Hulk!” Vinnny shouted!

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Dawnhill

Overseer’s Court

A few group of merchants walked into a building, at the front of them was a throne with a male sitting on top of it, wearing a black silk coat and a white shirt, black pants and a set of black shoes. He had a gold watch on his wrist and simply looked foward at the group. A group of guards stop the group midway before searching them. They found nothing and the group proceeded foward. A man rose up from the side of the asile, and nodded to the Overseer, the overseer nodded back.

“Overseer, these merchants were apart of the smuggling scheme, all three are suspects Oversser”

A man walked up to the throne and handed the overseer a beige file. The overseer took it and briefly skimmed over the contents of it. He nodded before handing it back to the man. The man departed the vicinity of the throne and blended back into the crowd on the sides. The overseer then spoke.

“Begin with the trial” the Overseer stated.

For the next few hours a trial was seen occuring in the court of the Overseer. In Dawnhill the overseer was the supreme justice system one could say. If a disupte couldn’t be settled via asking the military or through trade it would be brought up to the court. The trial was about a smuggling operation that some officers found out about. A group of merchants were moving unregistered weapons, and some narcotics into the city without legal premits or being properly taxed. The crime was considered of notable worth mainly because one of the suspects was linked to a high ranking trade diplomat in another city. A lot of eye’s were on the case due to that reason, so the defense and the prosecution had a burden on there shoulders to worry about.

“Overseer, it was a simple miscommunication between parties, my client didn’t realize he was moving the amount over the le-...” the defense said before being cut off by the prosecution.

“Honorable Overseer, you're telling me that the son of a trading diplomat wouldn’t know a legal limit of goods or that he needed a permit and proper taxation papers? This is hearsay your honor, this should b-..”

“Overseer this occurs all the time goods are-..” the defense began to say before the Overseer raised his hand up. Both sides sat down and simply looked at the Overseer, the suspects also stared.

“The evidence provided to be show’s there was intent yes, The arresting Trade Private on the scene did use proper Coin protocol when arresting and sentencing the suspects. However the amount was only 5-10 pounds over the legal limit. Not only that but it is the first offense of this man.” The Overseer began.

“I hereby, in this court sentence George Wilkerson the Fourth to having his trade license revoked until 2 years and having to pay a fine of 40 hours in the service of the City of Dawnhill” The Overseer ended off with before getting off from his seat. Chatter then restarted again. The prosecution smiled to the defence as he walked off. As the Overseer walked towards the administration room he was greeted by a messenger.

“Overseer, important urgent news regarding a scouting find” stated the Messenger

The overseer opened up the message and nodded for a brief moment. He handed back the message before saying: “ Summon the heads, get me the head of the Engineering and Science guilds”.
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