by The Kingpin » Fri Apr 29, 2011 1:31 am
On an island in the centre of the Atlantic...
"We're picking up activity, sir" said a man on one of the consoles in a large room, screens and maps covering the walls, the musical bleeps of computers and clatter of keys audible in the room. "Where?" asked the senior officer in the room, wearing black and white urban-camouflage, a white octagonal shape on his shoulder, the middle of which sported a cobra, the word DHARMA written underneath. "Over the Unites States, sir. More signals coming up in Argentina, Japan and over the Pacific" responded the man at the computer. "Get the Sat-Cams on it, and send word to the Owl. I want to know everything there is to know about them" responded the officer. "Yes sir.....uh...sir, that last one's on an intercept course with the one over the US" responded the man as he clattered away on the console, a second window coming up on his screen, two small icons with the Cobra logo on it seeming to drift out of the main monitoring screen, before splitting up in the second window, one file named Owl and the other named Sat-Cam. "Well isn't that ******* great" grumbled the Officer. "What' the status on Horus?" he asked. "Maintenance. They're working on the PCUs" responded another one of the staff in the room, this one having a screen with various names written into them, the name Horus being the one visible at the moment, a 3D model of a Dragon-like wire-mesh shape circling, small text boxes appearing beside the model, lines extending from them to various spots on the model, naming weapons, enhancements and upgrade reports, the officer sighing irritably in the background. he hated having major threats going round and not having the manpower or firepower to deal with it. he made a mental note to send a complaint to higher management over the issue. They were asking him to do the impossible, and he was starting to feel the consequences of failure first hand...
Meanwhile, deep below the facility, a massive storage bay rattled with life, maintenance and upgrade operations being done to the various weapons Dharma had under their control. in the farthest corner of the building, surrounded by large scaffold-like machines moving back and forth, was a large black Dragon, golden grooves all over it's body pulsing dimly, the beast slumbering, large hoses extending from the beast's nostrils towards large tanks, immense amounts of sedatives being used to keep the beast unconscious, as small cranes on the top of the scaffold-machines moved large mechanical components back and forth from the beast, the components set down on large platforms and lowered to ground level, where they would be taken away to a nearby workshop, technicians and engineers working tirelessly to finish work on the Psychic Control Unit used to keep the Dragon under their control.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG