[center][h1]Briefing Chamber, Sentient Milieu Space[/h1][/center]
The briefing chamber was tackily decorated as usual. A striped loveseat made of cheap wood and rough fabric sat opposite a futuristic viewscreen displaying the logo of The Sentient Milieu. At the moment, there was a small group of soldiers-- seemingly randomly picked from across time and space-- lounging anxiously around the room. Clearly, they were waiting for something.

The familiar sound of the viewscreen turning on drained all the tension from the room, replacing it with [i]certain[/i] dread in the form of a very official-looking and very angry businessbeing. About the only sure thing that could be said of the businessbeing's form was that the black suit it was wearing entirely failed to fit it. As a matter of fact, it was unlikely that [i]anything[/i] would fit it. With a nauseating gurgling accent, the businessbeing addressed the assembled soldiers with equal parts contempt and expectation.

[color=green][b]"As you no doubt understand, the Vohaul Entertainment Conglomerate is suffering from a number of [i]outstanding[/i] debts to this branch of the Milieu,"[/b][/color] the businessbeing slurped, somehow managing to add bile to a statement already comprised almost entirely of vomit.
 [color=green][b]"That is why you all are here today. The Vohaul Conglomerate is busy trying to film a [i]movie[/i], no doubt using the resources they have so brazenly stolen from us."[/b][/color]
 The hideous image of the businessbeing was replaced with an overhead view of Carnate Island. The island's lighthouse and prison main entrance were labeled in bright blue text saying "[color=cyan]PICK-UP POINT[/color]".
 
 [color=green][b]"You are to beam down to the film location,"[/b][/color] the businessbeing continued. [color=green][b]"repossess any items of value from any Vohaul representatives you can find, and bring them back to a designated pick-up point located [i]here[/i] and [i]here[/i]. If at all possible, it would be best to bring these events to the attention of the native population in as positive a manner as possible. If you spin the Vohaul employees' presence as an... alien invasion or somesuch, we will be able to build up a decent rapport-- and subsequent ideal trade agreement-- much more efficiently."[/b][/color]
 
 A bright orange sphere of light formed in the center of the room.
 [b][color=green]"The portal is waiting. I don't want to hear from any of you unless you've got [i]very[/i] good news for me, understand?"[/color][/b]
 Satisfied at a hard day's work well done, the businessbeing grunted satisfactorily, and signed off.