Null Mission

[kabukiman]

Ola run to the door, to try to get first.

[Priest]

The light changes to green, a buzzer sounds, and the rush begins.

ROB-R, bends to scoop up the magazine left by the ex-WILL-R and as a result FRANCINE-R almost comes a cropper in her head stepping dash. For a moment she stumbles but luckily a slow moving citizen comes to her aid, unwittingly he places his head in the exact spot, allowing the excited FRANCINE-R to continue her flight.

Straightening from his comic recovery ROB-R sees FRANCINE-R’s game and using his elbows to clear a space, and defend himself, rushes towards the as yet unoccupied room, neatly sidestepping an attempt by the swift moving OLA-R to plant a vicious kick just below his solar plexus.

OLA-R obviously disappointed with her failed attempt to emasculate the comic clutching ROB-R swiftly punches, kicks, bites and occasionally head butts her way doorward easily outpacing the others. However with victory in reach a red overalled flash pushes past and without pause bursts into the room, slamming the door behind him.

The green light flickers momentarily, possibly from the force of the door being closed, and turns red. BRANNON-R has beaten you all.

Outside the closed door the mayhem continues for a while as the waiting queue shakes it self back into line. Now there are new citizens at the front, ROB-R eyes the two females FRANCINE-R and OLA-R with a look of pure hatred. A look that is returned in spades, despite OLA-R taking a few moments to finish off several citizens that had no doubt annoyed her. She smiles, and flicks an errant lock of hair from her eyes, “Just Putting them out of their misery” even at this distance it is impossible not to see the flush of excitement and effort shining on her face.

BRANNON-R (Eyes only),You burst into the briefing room slamming the door seals behind you, with a juddering hiss it seals. There’s a huge [b]DCOD[/b] logo over the briefing podium. A white-haired INDIGO citizen gestures for you to take a seat. He has an elaborate communications device plugged into one ear and you can see green text scrolling down the inside of his black glasses. He speaks in a monotone. [color=#FF80BF]“This briefing is classified DCOD-BETA, so I’m granting you that clearance now. Several hours ago, there was an incident. You’re not cleared to know what that incident was, but in response, The Computer established us, the Department of Complex Operational Defence. According to our files, you are qualified for the Mandatory Bonus Duty of DCOD Point Operations Coordinator. I cannot impress on you the importance of this duty. Without the vigilance of [b]DCOD[/b], the threat to [b]Alpha Comple[/b]x could strike at any moment! Trust no-one, not even other [b]DCOD[/b] officers. Until we are able to purge our own ranks and eliminate any subversives, you must be our eyes and ears in the department. Here is your MDB badge and [b]DCOD[/b] communications equipment. As a reward for this extra responsibility, I am hereby promoting you one security clearance. You may not discuss this meeting with the rest of your team. Now, send the rest of your team in.” [/color] He pushes a badge and a black cylindrical device towards you. The badge, emblazoned with the DCOD logo, has a space where you may print your name, with the correct ‘B’ level appendage. The badge is blue, congratulations you are now [b]BRANNON-B-CDC-1 DEPARTMENT OF COMPLEX OPERATIONAL DEFENCE (DCOD) Point Operations Coordinator.[/b] The black cylinder with three shiny buttons, is designed to fasten to your belt from it a single stretchy wire leads to a blue colored SteriPlast ear piece. He taps a button on the briefing desk control panel and a door in the wall behind hisses open and he leaves. For a moment you are alone in the room a tear of unrestrained joy trickles down you face from eye to top edge of breathing mask. Then with a hiss the hidden door closes and with anothe, laboured, hiss the main door unlocks. Outside the your future teammates await.

As you wait, curses and spit, left unused in your tighly closed, yet smiling, mouths, the red light again turns green, the door opens and a smiling, at least you assume he is smilling, BRANNON-B-CDC-1 ushers you in to the myriad of groans and hateful cries from the queue behind.

[Mr. Handy]

Brannon-B grins from ear to ear as he stands at attention and salutes the Indigo citizen elaborately, swirling his hand around before finally bringing it up to his forehead in one sudden motion that looks like it will cause him to decapitate himself, yet somehow does not. "Sir, team reporting as ordered sir!" he barks.

[Dave Syrinx]

Rob-O is annoyed, the text in the comics - are in Chinese! "This is not OK!!!" He sulks and looks through the pictures of a green alpha-specimen of a wonan wearing jeans and a bra. Self-consciously he rolls the comic to a roll. "Darn it?" He stomps his foot. "It was my turn!"

At the apoearance of Brannon-B, he salutes, "Ready..yes...Ready!"

[TheVaultTech]

Francine-R tries to burn a hole through Brannon-B with her eyes.

[Dave Syrinx]

Seeing what is about to go down, Rob-O brings up the marshmallows. No, the fire-extinguisher and pulls the pin. Waiting....

[kabukiman]

Ola-R gets her multicorder and with this turn of events says:
- I salute you for your promotion sir! I'm happy to see that the great computer has recognzied your talents and give you your well deserved promotion!

[Mr. Handy]

"Thank you, Citizen!" says Brannon-B. "I'm happy that friend Computer has given me this opportunity to better serve Him."

[TheVaultTech]

"Thank you for bestowing the information that the Computer is male, friend citizen! So quickly and efficiently, too!"

[Priest]

Inside the clean briefing room, well fairly clean for an ex-store cupboard, you are directed to a group of seats roughly arranged in a comfortable arc before a desk. Above the desk, recently fixed is a print out of the DCOD insignia.

On the opposite side of the desk, beneath the insignia and a previously unnoticed DataTransmitterImageBoard, stand two almost identical, smiling briefing officers, obviously newly promoted and keen to fill expectations. Both wear white t-shirts emblazoned with the DCOD insignia on the front and ‘Trust friend computer' above a smiling happy face on the back. Sitting atop their freshly combed, immaculately styled and perfectly trimmed hair are green FunBall caps (yes they are both GREEN security level).
As you take your seats one of the pair steps forward. His eyes shine with excitement and eagerness. He raises on hand in salutation and you note that his thumb has been surgically altered to be locked permanently in a thumbs up position,

‘Hi guys! Welcome to your Department of Complex Operational Defence briefing. This is a vitally important mission, so pay close attention. This briefing is classified DCOD-Alpha. Anyone without DCOD-Alpha clearance, well, you are going to be very well acquainted with the inside of a termination booth very soon. Awesome. G-Ron, take it.’

He looks back to his partner and waves the surgically enhanced thumb in a positive gesture, one that is instantly mirrored by G-RON who’s smile of greeting is larger and warmer than G-JIM’s. With the same boundless enthusiasm dripping from him G-RON takes a pace forward leans, in a casual manner, across the desktop,

‘Thanks Jim and I’d just like to say before this briefing begins that I’m really happy to be giving this briefing for our wonderful new Service Group and that I know I’ll give 110% to this briefing and I know you will too. Let’s get going! I’ve got your mission briefing right here!’

He produces a Green coloured PDC, spends a moment studying it then,

‘Okay, it is your task to synergise the interactive policies of the centralized and optimized advancement structure, so that the resources of the leading-edge, streamlined, systems can be fully utilized where needed at any critical juncture.’ He looks around and waves his hand at G-JIM, his smile gets bigger and now his other hand joins his first in a double thumbs up gesture, ‘Anything to add JIM?’

‘Yeah RON, of course everything that you do, see or hear is classified. All communications should at all times be encoded and configured to show full awareness of multi-level contingency plans. Full instruction may be accessed on your new issue PDC’s’

‘Ok, got all that? Head to the new DCOD Operational Assets Depot and pick up your Assigned DCOD Operational Assets – just grab whatever you need - Oh and to reflect the importance of your mission, you are all raised to the required security clearance!’

With that final gesture it dawns on you that you have all been raised not to BLUE but to GREEN, obviously your qualities have been noticed.

[Mr. Handy]

"With pleasure!" says Brannon-B. "Let's head to the Depot, team! Uh...where is the Depot?"

OOC,I'm still Blue (which is higher than Green), right?

[Dave Syrinx]

Rob-B-RAE-1 sighs and comments, lowering the fire extinguisher, "What luck! Had we been promoted to INDIGO, I'd thrown myself into that termination booth. Like I could foresee the future, huh?" Raising the fire extinguisher, he replies, "An honour to serve the COMPUTER!" As he kicks his heels together a cloud of foam bursts straight up and before soon, a coat of foam covers the ones closest to Rob-G-RAE-1.

"Oops..."

[Priest]

OOC:   Whoops! typo. That should be, "With that final gesture it dawns on you that you have all been raised not to GREEN but to BLUE, obviously your qualities have been noticed." Apolgies to all, but give BRANNON-B a round of applause for bringing it to my attention

[Mr. Handy]

"Let me clean that up," says Brannon-B, taking out a small handheld device which he uses to vacuum up the foam. "It's a good thing you didn't have to go into the termination booth. Those are difficult to clean out after someone's used one."

[TheVaultTech]

"Praise the mighty and glorious Computer! Thank them for their kindness!"
Francine-B attempts to do a complex and beautifully stunning jig to celebrate her promotion.
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[Priest]

Both G-JIM and G-RON watch in amazement as the fire extinguisher carried by ROB-B suddenly sends a spurt of SynthiFoam high into the air to fall blanket-like upon the heads of his unfortunate teammates. Then, with a double thumbs up show of approval, they watch the speed with which BRANNON-B, recently appointed DCOD Point Operations Coordinator, produces and uses the regulation PlastiVac suckerclean to clear up the mess.
“Hey RON, looks like he was an excellent choice for the position so recently created and even more recently left vacant by the sad…”
“Hey JIM, let me interrupt you there before these guys are forced to adapt to the massively optimized policy that has been configured to adjust personnel advancement…”
Before G-JIM has the opportunity to finish his statement the tension within the room caused by ROB-B’s accidental discharge is broken by FRANCINE-B’s stunning dance routine only spoilt by her slipping on some of ROB-B’s discharge during a rather complex pirouette.
Both briefing officers watch in amazement as FRANCINE-B rushes past her flailing hands grasping at anything to avoid crashing to the floor, fortunately OLA-Bs camcorder proves just the thing and through judicious use of the safety sling that OLA-B has tied securely around her neck, FRANCINE-B is saved the ignominy of a ‘0’ point landing.

OOC:   There is little to add apart from the fact that directions to the newly created DCOD Operational Assets Depot can be accessed via your blue PDC’s The following perversity points are awarded: Brannon-B for his quick thinking in the cleaning department.- 1point Rob-B for making good use of a lowly fire extinguisher - 1 point Francine-B for entertaining through dance – 1 point Ola-B for making herself useful unintentionally – 1 point G-RON & G-JIM for giving such a well structured and informative briefing – 3 points each Those still queuing outside for providing excellent extras – 2 points each

[kabukiman]

-I'm happy for being so useful, citizen- says Ola, still dizzy by being promoted.

[Mr. Handy]

"This way to the Depot," says Brannon-B, pulling up the directions on his PDC as he leads the way there. "Quickly, team! We don't want to waste any time! The sooner we get there and get our equipment, the sooner we can help friend Computer!"

[Dave Syrinx]

Acting as if nothing at all just happened, Rob-B-RAE-1 accesses his PDC. Slowly he takes in the directions, gives a thumbs up to G-Ron & G-Jim. Beaming a white smile he follows the tag team leader Brannon-B-GOOD.

[TheVaultTech]

Francine-B moonwalks behind them, occasionally sparing a glance behind her to make sure she doesn't crash into something