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MINERVA FORCE

Soldier of Fortune

James Rory Knight
"Paladin"

"A forward observe at a dead run outranks everybody."

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P R O F I L E Age 37 (Born, 02/02/79 Sex Male Race/Ethnicity White/Irish American Nationality American Spoken Languages English, Scottish-Gaelic, French, Russian, and Ukrainian Hometown North Carolina, Raleigh Height 6'6" Weight 245 ___________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - FN FAL, laser aim module, undermount grenade launcher - SIG P230 - Utility Items: 2x 40mm grenades, Gas Mask, Ka-bar Knife, medical kit, nightvision goggles, IOTV body armor plus comms, tactical vest ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Athletics: 11 (10+1+11) Dexterity: 12 (10+2=12) Perception: 11 (10+1=11) Willpower: 12 (10+2=13) Charisma: 14 (10+4=14) Modifiers: (None at the start.)

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Tall with an impressive build, his size and strength are often forefront in how people view him combined with Irish fair skin that has barely tanned even with years of service in heat desert. Dark circles under his eyes, a short red beard, shaggy red hair unkempt from recent service. He keeps his back straight even when he tries to relax and eyes are always darting around, as if alert for danger constantly. His fingers tap against his side unless he has something else to rest them on. ____________________________________________________________________________ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Stemming from a streak of rebellion against his mother's influence, his career in the military from eighteen years old has been something rather concerning. Most of his career from Ranger school, to green beret, to eventual service in the French Foreign legion seemed to mostly stem from resentment and disagreement with his mother influence and actions. Especially with mother an influential politician and his father, the usual peacemaker between the two having passed in two-thousand. His current demeanor is one of the pragmatic warfighter having become a career military man in several armies, James shows signs troubled mind and anger issues when out of combat for prolonged periods. Without a task to devote himself too, he is to his infuriation as well unable to cope without some greater purpose to drive him forward. His service in the French Foreign legion then as a military advisor in Ukraine after the annexation of Crimea is enough to show he is a fit for the program so long as he has a clear objective. His communication and leadership skills very well developed, allowing him to listen and empathize with the men and women under his purview. He is also known for taking the time to listen and get to know those under him in how he operates with a focus on understanding them and directing them. An ideal candidate for the program if he can be kept kept focused, good squad for the hard calls to make. ____________________________________________________________________________ BIOGRAPHY Coming from an upper class American family, his choice of service at eighteen years old created a rift between himself and his parents, especially due to his near perfects grade, he could have made it into the Ivy league had he chosen. Beginning service field artillery of the 82nd airborne where he served with distinction as a forward observer. Earing a Ranger tab and deploying to Iraq along with his unit. During his re-up he decided to pursue green beret training, making the cut and becoming part of US Army Special Forces. Where he would serve with honors before leaving the army to attend college, hoping to better himself. While he managed to earn a bachelors degree in electronic warfare system, his personal life would only get worse due taking multiple medications, trips to the VA, and more. His therapist counseled him to seek out the last place he truly felt at peace... After reenlist in the army was denied, he volunteered and joined the French Foreign Legion for five years as an officer. Finding his place he was able to refocus and gain find a new reason in life, as well as pick up several new languages. Upon leaving service in the Foreign Legion in twenty fifteen James would take an offer from the Ukraine's government to become a military advisor to them during their rearmament after Crimea's annexation, working officially as a mercenary. ____________________________________________________________________________ SERVICE RECORD Medals and citations of merit in the 82nd Airborne: 1997-2002 Purple Heart Bronze Star Medals and citations of merit in as a Green Beret: 2002-2005 Two Purple Hearts Silver Star Medals and citations of merit in the French Foreign Legion: 2009-2014 Médaille Militaire Chevalier of the National Legion of Honor ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC Avid home cook, spent any time he could learning about cooking while in France. Surprisingly capable singer, was choir and sang in his local church.

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Gorkha Gurkhing Gurkha

Lachiman Gurung
“Avalanche”

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 37 Sex Male Race/Ethnicity Sherpa Nationality Nepalese Spoken Languages English, Hindi, Nepalese Hometown Kathmandu Height 5'2 Weight 89 kg ___________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - M249 SAW - Sig Saeur P3320 - Kuhkri, 2 x M67 Frag Grenades, 2xM84 Stun Grenade, Flare Gun ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Athletics: 16 (+6) Dexterity: 10 Perception: 11 (+1) Willpower: 13 (+3) Charisma: 10

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Many soldiers underestimates Lachlan’s seemingly diminutive appearance and learn to laugh at the seemingly obese asian man as he strolls across base camp, his tanned, dimpled cheeks crinkled in a cherubic smile. It's only after looking closer that they learn painfully that the rolls of fat on his belly are actually muscle and that his arms and hands are the size of Christmas hams. They see his sharp angles of his face and his hardened eyes that are the shade of granite. Lachlan's girth and stature hails from his alpine ancestry and spartan training as a Gurkha. His spartan-like training hasn't done wonders for his fashion either. He prefers to clip his black hair to a short buzz cut and always wears a permanent shit-eating grin in spite of the situation. Fashion isn’t Lachlan’s strong suit as he prefers to wear simple linen and canvas clothing and cheaply manufactured nylon shirts with British pop cultural references on them. ____________________________________________________________________________ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Subject is a 37 year old adult Nepalese male orignating from the Kathmandu Province in Nepal. Subject displays healthy levels of social interaction stemming from extensive familial and social network in home country of origin and ability to cooperate in group scenarios, albeit, extremely vocally. Extensive service record and conduct under hostile situation indicate extreme psychological and physiological tolerance towards adverse situations and scenarios without exhibiting unhealthy signs of psychological trauma or stress. Upon further enquiring subject about service history, subject appeared to have trouble recollecting events and displayed symptoms akin to retrograde amnesia. Confirmation of pseudo-fugue state during extreme combat scenarios is as of yet unknown and must be determined through further psychometric testing. In terms of non-military activities, subject possesses an adaquate support network and displays particular fondness for country of native origin. Subject is also hypothesized to use humour and outdoor recreational hobbies as a method of deflecting possible trauma. With authority from the King’s Majesty, I authorize Lance Corporal Lachiman Gurung as the U.K’s representative into the Minerva Taskforce. ____________________________________________________________________________ BIOGRAPHY Born into a goatherder’s family in Kathmandu, Lachiman Gurung had little idea of what he was going to do in life. Sure, he was fine milking goats, weaving wool and scooping goat shit until he married his neighbour’s daughter but was this really the Lachiman that the world deserved or needed? Well, life had another plan as his parents ordered him to go pack up his backs and join the Royal Gurkha Army so that they could stop living in a hut and move to Manchester where they could listen to the Spice Girls. At the ripe bold age of 16,. Lachiman was first ordered by an ugly man taller than him and fond of swearing to go carry a basket of rocks up the Himalayas. After trial upon grueling trial, Lachiman became one of 50 in his class to become a Gurkha. After his family moved to the UK as he began his tours in his Majesty’s Army, Lachiman grew accustomed to life in the U.K like a goat eating weeds. Pepsi. Punk rock. Doctor Who. Lachiman swapped out his simple mind of a goatherder for that of a right proper british lad who spoke the King’s tongue. His tours in the sandboxes of Afghanistan and Iraq soon shattered his realities but not his spirit. Lachiman was known amongst his fellow soldiers as having an indomitable spirit and a permanent smile glued to his lips, even as he was braining insurgents with the stock of his trusty LMG. ____________________________________________________________________________ SERVICE RECORD Order of the Star of Nepal - Became the 7th Nepalese Male to climb Mt Everest as part of the 2009 Freelancer Expedition. Iraq Medal - Awarded for 5 years of service in Afghanistan. Victoria Cross - Awarded to Lance Corporal Lachiman Gurung for his actions on 27-03-2010 on Herat Province on the Kandahar-Herat driveway. Lance Corporal Lachiman Gurung was a part of a 10-man squadron escorting a relief convoy to the Urukhat Village Quarter, a trio of native villages which had been liberated from Taliban control. When a 60 man team of Taliban insurgents ambushed the van on 22:57:30 with remote-detonated IEDs, Lance Corporal Lachiman Gurung, with a broken arm, coordinated a defense against the attackers with the remaining 4 members of his squad. Expending over 1,500 rounds of ammunition and 10 grenades against the attackers, the Lance Corporal fended off the Taliban attackers for more than 30 minutes whilst managing to injure 30 and kill 10. When his personal weapon sustained a critical mechanical error in the field from overheating, Lachiman Gurung proceeded to kill 3 more Taliban insurgents in close quarters combat with only a single arm, a severe GWS in his lower stomach and a cracked rib. When reinforcements finally came, Lachiman Gurung was unconcious and had lost more than 4 pints of blood. ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC - Never leaves home without his kuhkri. - Exclusively drinks goat milk for tea, lunch and dinner.

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Harald

Harald Müller
“Creep”

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 34 Sex Male Race/Ethnicity German Nationality German Spoken Languages German, English Hometown Heidelberg Height 6'1" / 186 cm Weight 209 lbs / 95 kg ___________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - Mossberg 500 Shotgun - Sig Sauer P320 (including suppressor) - Utility Items: Combat knife, ruggedized laptop, gas mask, emergency medical kit, night vision goggles, climbing rope ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Athletics: 13 (+3) Dexterity: 10 Perception: 11 (+1) Willpower: 13 (+3) Charisma: 13 (+3) Modifiers: (None at the start.)

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Harald's face looks like a near perfect approximation for the soldier's cliché. One could argue that he has optimized his hair for a nice and comfortable fit underneath a helmet by cutting it very short, but the reality is that this mild Mohawk haircut has been accompanying him for many years already. The same applies to his beard that is just long enough to give his face a bit of a softer look. His eyes lie a bit deep in their sockets, giving him an unintentionally grim look at times while otherwise being completely unconspicuous with their their color hovering somewhere around gray. The time in the military and the subsequent exposure to sunlight has rendered his skin to be darker than ealier in his life, but his generally pale nature still makes itself seen when those gentle, red speckles appear due physical strain making his blood rush in underneath his body's outer hull. Speaking of the latter, medical examination upon entry into the Minerva Force has confirmed Harald's complete lack of scars, tattoos and piercings. Even all the teeth are still ready to be dislodged in the next fist fight. A quite sedentary lifestyle has left excess pounds on his ribs which training managed to shake off for the major part by now, but with the muscle added in exchange his overall stature still makes him a bit vulnerable to any 'Get out of my way, you [insert derogatory expression here]!' kind of provocations. The only constant in Harald's dress style is that there is no such thing as a constant. He has been spotted in shirt and shorts and in a rather expensive looking business suit with a perfectly tied tie, so it's either a don't-care attitude or the very opposite of that with him trying to adapt to every situation the best he can. ____________________________________________________________________________ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE This report is purposefully written on traditional paper in addition to any data input into our digital systems so at least one uncompromised copy always remains. Any reader shall consider this as a safety precaution against the nature of its subject. I am aware of the fact that this circumstance might already reveal something both positive and negative about said subject in spite of this merely being the preamble. My apologies. The subject is cunning and ruthless, but not in the broadest sense. Analysis has shown that his threshold to hurt and kill individuals is above the average for a person in the military, but I would not be surprised if one of us would find dodgy, 'adult' material on his computer one day because just telling that person that the system was unsafe is too 'boring'. On one hand, the subject fits the bill for something that is called a 'Kellerkind' in his native tongue: an individual who spends a large portion of his time alone, gaming and doing whatever else can be done in front of a screen and not attending to what the majority of people normally does at the same time. On the other hand he does not fit that bill at all because that would also involve degenerating into some kind of very unhealthy, ignorant sloth. This is clearly not the case with him as tests have shown the subject's social skills to be quite acceptable, even better than those of a few others of my recent subjects. Having read his vita I suppose that is the benign part of his parents' rather strict rule during his youth. The subject has achieved exceptional results on the intelligence test and shown a great deal of creativity when confronted with new situations. The reaction speed was subpar which I am interpreting as a tendency to think first and act second. This behavioral pattern also applies to receiving orders. I therefore recommend to give him tasks in a more abstract formulation as many very low-level instructions have been met with noticeable resistance. ____________________________________________________________________________ BIOGRAPHY Mr. Harald is one of two childs, his mother being a physicist at the Max Planck Institute for plasma physics and his father a commercial airline pilot. His brother, while a rather interesting subject maybe worth its own study, is not of any further relevance in the context of this report. He was born late enough to effectively miss the collapse of the Soviet Union and the reunion of East and West Germany while he still was a very small child. Given the relative wealth of his family, he was at least slightly pampered during his upbringing. That should be taken with a grain of salt however as, at the same time, a clear goal for as high an education as possible was set. I cannot tell at this point how far the subject's decision to go for computer science instead of following the footsteps of any of the persons around him truly triggered conflict, but Mr. Harald keep insisting on that it did create some friction indeed. If this is true, then the subject's decision to join the military for an extended period of time appears much more relatable than it would otherwise. We no longer live in a time when shooting a rifle and ramming your bayonet into your opponent's chest was all you could do as a soldier after all. A silent '**** ***' in combination with the discovery of some yet unknown talents following is my educated guess. The way he ultimately ended up here in the Minerva Force is a bit unorthodox though. To cut a long story short, the subject's private hacking activities combined with sheer luck and some serious incompetency on the other side of the internet got him into possession of some classified material about the extraterrestrial. The government agencies knew he had it only shortly afterwards, they also knew where he lived, but just arresting him would still have left the many potential backup copies on third-country servers ready to be released. So, basically, they bought his loyality with an offer he failed to resist. If he's that interested in that kind of stuff, why not offer him some first hand experience ? ____________________________________________________________________________ SERVICE RECORD - Mandatory service in the German military forces - Extended voluntary service in CIR, performing SIGINT activities - Creation and exploitation of a security breach in the U.S. government's digital systems, unauthorized access to classified material about UFO encounters - Hired by the Minerva Force, subsequent single combatant training to make him more useful in the field ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC - Speaks English with a considerable accent. - Coffee addict, like's Coke a lot as well though. - His rationale for using a shotgun is 'better damage output to noise ratio', claiming his hearing is quite sensitive. - Has a private pilot's license.

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Canadian Killshot

Arthur “Art” Cahill
“Masher”

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 25, (b. 19/03/91) Sex Male Race/Ethnicity Irish-Canadian Nationality Canada Spoken Languages English, French, Ojibway, Cree, Inuktut Hometown Ottawa, Ontario Height 5’7” (170 cm) Weight 160 lbs (72.5 kg) ___________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - Primary Weapon: M2010 Sniper Rifle - Secondary Weapon/Sidearm: Sig Sauer P320 - Utility Items: Tactical Vest, SBAS (Sniper Body Armour), CAN Bayonet 2000 (combat knife), Gerber Soldiers’ Multi-Tool, C5 CBRN Low Burden Gas Mask, Rheinmetall Canada Argus Integrated Soldier System Suite (Radio/Comms), C8 Smoke Grenade x2 ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Points: 10 (These points are meant to be distributed among the six attributes below. This is to be removed from the CS after points have been distributed. Do not forget to show your work next to each ability regarding points added and subtracted!) Athletics: 10 Dexterity: 12 (10 + 2 = 12) Perception: 15 (10 + 5 = 15) Willpower: 13 (10 + 3 = 13) Charisma: 10 Modifiers: (None at the start.)

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Arthur Cahill is a light-skinned blonde man with hazel eyes. Athletically built but on the slender side, he wears his hair in a short fade on the sides but with a long braid along the top, “viking” style. For facial hair, Arthur keeps a neat moustache in the pyramid style. Always quick to offer a bright smile, Arthur’s face is angular, with prominent cheekbones and a weak chin. His nose is small and pointed downward. A kind person would call his likeness sharp, a rude one might compare him to a rodent. In everyday civilian life, Arthur prefers to dress for an active lifestyle. Oversized breathable shirts that can be easily discarded and practical spandex shorts under khakis are his typical outfit of choice. His only regular accoutrement across all occasions is a 1927 Falkenauge Montblanc wristwatch, a family heirloom that he has had since he turned eighteen. Arthur has three tattoos. The first is located on his right breast, in black ink, and depicts a falcon in flight carrying a banner that reads “Libertatem Bello”. The second is a colour sleeve on his left arm featuring a forested lake scene and various animals from the Canadian Shield. (Arthur has named each animal.) Lastly, he has a tattoo that simply reads “Resilience” written in Courier font located on his right wrist, typically obscured by his wristwatch. ____________________________________________________________________________ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Subject is prone to bouts of anti-social behaviour characterized by wilful isolation. When conducting assessments, the request for the tests to be completed independently was made, and when rejected, subject was visibly agitated. Subject operates at higher than average competency under psychological stressors. Particularly resilient where concerns the difficulties imposed by exposure to the elements and low social engagement. Projected resistance to battle stress-based traumas for the subject is quite high, though this result may be skewed by the subject’s lack of strong support network. (I.E. Self-sufficiency masking a low threshold for high-impact events.) Despite a poor score on social-emotional indexes, the subject displays remarkably sophisticated introspection and abstract conceptual abilities coupled with a pronounced desire to achieve perfection. These strengths likely account for the subject’s long record of impressive performance in competitive contexts. Accessible records show the subject progressed through basic training with relatively scant issues. No prior incident reports re: service personnel conflicts, and subject had received two recommendations for elevation to CO prior to attachment to Minerva Force. Both recommendations, it should be noted, carried the following attached statement, co-signed by Col. Jean Mckenny. “This ranger’s promotion subject to attachment with other high-proficiency units, barring any possibility of requiring that the above be held in command of any subordinates. I cannot stress this enough, that [REDACTED] might be the best shot in the corps but he won’t be responsible for anybody in my [REDACTED] Patrol Group.” Other relevant factors at play are the subject’s relative youth, short service career, and poor socialization. These may aggravate any future operations where the subject is required to “play well” with others. This analyst’s recommendation is that the subject be placed strictly in roles where they will not be required to rely upon significant personnel support and consequently will not be expected to support any personnel in turn. ____________________________________________________________________________ BIOGRAPHY Transcript of Interview Audio Recording: “These questions are all too boring. You want to know about Arthur Cahill? That’s ‘kaa-huhl,’ not ’cay-hill.’ Here’s what you need to know. I grew up in Ottawa, the national capital, at a way too expensive school. You know the kind, an ‘academy’ bearing the name of some founding father or the like. I wasn’t rich. I was just a lucky orphan. Canada’s always prized education, or at least, well, that’s all just politics. The point is I went to a stuffy school, full of self-important brown-nosing teachers and student who had too many silver spoons and not enough places to stick ‘em. So growing up I had a pretty low opinion of most of the people I happened to spend time around. The sole exception? Well this fancy academy just so happened to moonlight as the national biathlon team’s training centre in the off-season. Lucky me, eh? I made actual friends there. The coach let me hang around, and even though most of the kids were years and years older, they were good about indulging my interest. That’s where I learned to shoot. The skiing was incidental. That was back when I was still a kid.” [inaudible] “I moved around a bit after that. Joined the Rangers. That’s just about all the [REDACTED] foster care people could tell me about my parents; that I’d been a military brat but my folks never came back. You’d think the records they kept would tell me more. Maybe it was all [REDACTED]. Either way, I stuck with it. Civvies were all grade-A [REDACTED] but in the Rangers, you knew where you stood. Good people. Lots of natives, but if you knew the first thing about them, you’d know that’s part of what makes the Rangers special. They were my first proper family. Gave me a name I could be proud of; Masher.” [inaudible] “None of your business, bud. I’m giving you what you need, not telling my whole [REDACTED] life story. How I got the name is between me and my fellow rangers. [long pause] Oh fine, I guess it is worth explaining, if only so you’ll quit badgering me. Masher comes from mashkiig, which is Ojibwe for muskeg. Anyway, beyond my time with the Rangers, I was also running up quite the collection of medals in biathlons. I think my connections in the National Team reached out at one point to see if I’d be willing to be on retainer for a run at the Olympics, but by the time I got around to checking my mail the window to respond had expired. I hung up the skis not long after that, at least for competitions. I was busy working, and then some stuff I’m not authorized to discuss with you happened, and now I’m here. So are you going to explain exactly what the [REDACTED] I saw in Afghanistan? That thing was-” ____________________________________________________________________________ SERVICE RECORD -Joined JCR in Borden. 21/09/06 -Completed Basic Training with CAF. 27/08/09 -3rd CRPG Attachment & Service. 01/09/09 - 13/10/15 -Completed [REDACTED] in association with JTF-2. 31/03/16 ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC Biathlon Awards 4th, Ontario Winter Games 2007 2nd, NorAm Cup 2008 1st, Canadian Biathlon Championships 2009-10 Bronze Medalist, Biathlon World Championships 2010

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Belarusian Brigand

Anastasia Соколов
“Angel Dust”

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 31 Sex Female Race/Ethnicity White/Russian Nationality Belarus Spoken Languages English, Russian, Belarusian, Tatar Hometown Lida Height 175.9 cm Weight 69 kg ___________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - Primary Weapon: HECKLER & KOCH MP5 - Secondary Weapon/Sidearm: SIG SAUER P320 - Utility Items: Blasting Demolition Kit (BDK), Claymores ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Athletics: 10 Dexterity: 10 Perception: 14 (+4) Willpower: 12 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+4) Modifiers: (None at the start.)

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Anastasia’s physique is a shell of what it once was, poetic in a sense, since shells were the vehicle of her disfigurement. Anastasia stands quite tall amidst her compatriots or perhaps it’s her titillating and domineering personality that gives her a few more inches in the eyes of others. Unkempt carrot colored curls slicked back with strands hang in juxtaposition with her completely shaven neighbors. Regardless if she agrees with her hairstyle matters not in the inability for hair to grow out her left cranial without looking like splotchy patches of orange grass. One eye has a spring green to its luster while the other has had the light robbed from it, leaving it glassy and opaque. In an attempt to draw more attention to it, she’s adorned with an eyebrow piercing snuggly on the ridge of her eye socket. Scars and piercings make up the sum of her facial property, extending down into her left side. Her arm from shoulder to fingertip is a mix of failed skin grafts and severely burned epidermis, losing severity as it reaches down her leg. A body that was once prized for its sinew, has now softened in shape and hardened with every theater of war. Her personal style revolves around casual military wear. Boots whether chelsea’s or combat are worn, with corduroy pants or slacks and a mix of colored button ups unbuttoned as to not take away from the snug turtlenecks and military jackets. ____________________________________________________________________________ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Psychological Assessment of Sokolov, Anastasia. Patient is exhibiting signs of Exposure to consecutive campaigns hasPatient has shown remarkable signs of retention of peers through charismatic disposition, has absorbed training like a sponge. In good consciousness I cannot approve Yet in my professional opinion and as a servant to the Motherland, I clear Agent Sokolov for the continued defense and indentured servitude of Mother Russia. Я не награждаю вас никакими баллами, и пусть Бог помилует вашу душу. ____________________________________________________________________________ BIOGRAPHY The life of Anastasia prior to her decorated military service beginning at the ripe age of 18 holds no real value or any significance. Her inception was right around the time that the collapse of the Soviet Union transpired and the day before that, the independence of Belarus. Growing up in a post war country under an axis power was rather rough for her parents, but they found a way to make a living in honest positions that would allow them to peacefully welcome a child into the world. Anatasia grew up shadowing her parents and learning all sorts of blue collar skills that otherwise would be taboo or rather looked down upon for a woman to inherit. Higher education was the norm pushed onto women in Belarus while men did their compulsory service and then took up a majority of the labor force. Higher education never appealed to the young tomboy, most of her time in education was spent either in suspension or continued absence. A headache for her parents until they gave in and trusted she would find her own way. And that she did, with her barely scraping through her final years of education she pivoted into joining military ranks and serving her country, even if that meant to further her opportunities she would become a puppet for the oppressive motherland. ____________________________________________________________________________ SERVICE RECORD -Second Chechen War | Special Battalions Vostok and Zapad. -Russo-Georgian War | Spetsnaz GRU -Russo-Ukrainian War | Spetsnaz GRU/Little Green Men -Syrian Civil War | Spetsnaz GRU -Classified Engagements ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC -Earned the operative name 'Angel Dust' from her proclivities towards explosive devices and death. -Became burned, blind, and disfigured from proximity to an IED in the Syrian Civil War. Lost two of her platoon to the eye of the blast. -Chain smokes like it's going out of style. -Выше нас только звёзды

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REYNALDO DAMIRÓN

PROFILE

Reynaldo Damirón was born to an impoverished family in south Texas and grew up in a broken home. At age eighteen (1988) he joined the US Army where he became an infantryman. Reynaldo served with pride and what dignity was afforded. He saw intense action in the Gulf War and in Somalia during Operation Gothic Serpent, the latter of which saw him receive the Purple Heart. After finishing his eight years Reynaldo used his military benefits as well as a loan to attend college and earned a bachelor's degree from Texas A&M. He married his girlfriend from college and not long after went on to officer school and rejoined the Armies’ ranks. As an officer Reynaldo presided over operations in Afghanistan - using what little time he could spare to spend with his wife and kids. At some point Reynaldo, now a Major, was made privy to the events and discoveries of the Macquarie Island Incident and was recruited into Minerva Force. Officially, Major Damirón was given an honorable discharge due to “health concerns” and his living a modest early retirement in Alaska with his wife.

VAL HANDRICH

PROFILE

Doctor Val Handrich was born in 1960 East Berlin to one of the socialist states’ more well-off families. At age seventeen Val was a accepted into Leningrad State University boasting a fine academic record as a young man. He finished out at Leningrad State University at the top of his classes, earning two doctorates and setting four new academic records at the school. However by the time his career truly began to ascend would come the fall of the wall, the collapse of the Soviet Union, and the reunification of Germany. Uninterested in leaving Europe and traveling to the USA like many of his colleagues Doctor Handrich would remain in Germany, shifting between German institutions over the years and later moving to Poland. The doctor was recruited into Minerva Force in the mid 2000’s and was given the title of Chief Science Officer. Val’s only living kin are his long estranged wife and teenage son and he had few friends at the time of his recruitment which made putting him totally off the grid easy due to the lack of social ties. Officially, he was eventually declared deceased after his automobile was found crashed in a lake in rural Poland - all of his savings and the money from his liquidated assets going to his son.

ESTHER MAZEL

PROFILE

Esther Mazel was born in Yerevan, Armenia into a wealthy Jewish family. Esther was pushed from a young age by “tiger parents” to achieve high which paid off when she was accepted to Oxford and studied under the engineering program. Esther’s passion for engineering and design came from her upbringing, her father being an architect and her elder brother being an expert large and small engine mechanic. Esther finished her DEng at Oxford with high marks and returned to Armenia after to put her degree to work. Her work ethic, innovation and quality of production lead to her being headhunted by Minerva Force after the Macquarie Island Incident. When she was brought on at Alpha Sentinel it became clear she was the best choice to be Chief Engineer for Minerva Force. Esther maintains steady contact with her family as much as possible, communicating out of a rented apartment in Juneau. To anyone who may ask her or her family she was specially contracted for a US government sponsored construction project in Alaska.

BIANCA DAVIS

PROFILE

Doctor Bianca Davis was born in 1987 in Seattle, Washington to an accomplished neurosurgeon and an applied physics professor. Medicine and extended sciences practically were melded into her DNA. She attended Standard university and earned her doctorate majored in genetics and minored in anatomy. After finishing her education at Stanford, Bianca got her foot in the door working for the USDA for a year and a half before getting a job at the CDC. Not long after working for the CDC she was covertly recruited by Minerva Force, who noted her high marks and notable work ethic, and brought onto the Research Team. Officially Bianca now works for an NGO out of country that is dedicated to humanitarian efforts in underdeveloped nations.

MINERVA FORCE

“This is the…- We have been-… we’ve been boarded! Strange-! We need-… please! Somewhere out-… Hess or Shatsky Rise! Please! We are-… Please send help! Some-…!”

Reynaldo Damirón listened with intent as the broken transmission was played for a second time since it was received less than fifteen minutes ago. The Commander of Minerva Force was leaned over the railing of the observation platform, a grim look on his wisened face as his mind worked.

“That was final contact, sir,” came the voice of the nearest communications officer, accented heavily with an Australian accent, “no further communication.”

The Commander nodded, half grumbling “Understood.” to the lieutenant.

Just over an hour ago a cargo vessel in the Pacific Ocean on it’s way to Japan had sent out a distress call that they were being harassed by an unknown aircraft. Radars showed no craft on screen however the captain of the vessel was insistent, mentioning that the alleged aircraft was fast moving and had been circling them at low altitude for almost thirty minutes and that it was “banded with a ring of neon orange light”. Twenty minutes later another transmission came through, broken with static but the captains’ voice was clearly loud and frantic claiming they had been boarded and begging for help to come. As the US Air Force and Navy prepared for a response the transmission and the situation at hand had been passed along to Commander Damirón who likewise were expected to respond; at least by those “in the know”.

“Commander, weather radar is showing a severe storm moving up from the southeast,” came the voice of a separate communications officer, “it will be on the site in under twenty minutes.”

“Dammit.” Damiròn hissed. They will just have to manage. The Commander did not like the idea of sending an Osprey into a storm but they had to act on this. This was what it is all about after all, and if this proved to be what was believed to be... Ignoring the pick up of his heartbeat Commander Damirón stood up straight and put on his most authoritative voice.
“Alright people, this is what we were meant for,” Damirón wound himself up and started firing off orders, “prepare an Osprey for immediate takeoff. I want Nemesis Team geared and loaded up and inbound for those coordinates in the next twenty minutes maximum!”

“Sync up with Hawai’i for an unscheduled stop,” the Commander barked on, “the return flight to base will require a refuel! Have a strike team on standby! Keep all channels open and under constant monitor, I want updates on every element and situational shift! Make sure that our marks are delaying the Navy and Air Force as best they can! We need to be on this first!”

The whole base lit up with activity as everyone scrambled to act on their orders. Footsteps echoed off of every corridor, alarms blared away, and shouting filled the base interior in a chaotic cacophony. Nemesis Team, the most elite of Minerva Force’s ground units, were prepared for immediate deployment and rushed to the hangar where a V-22 Osprey was waiting for them, engines roaring away as the massive double doors out into the cold Alaska air came grinding open. The team crammed into the Osprey which rolled out the moment the interior was sealed and lifted off with a triumphant whoosh into the dark sky above - Minerva Force’s first real mission now afoot.

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MAY 1, 2250 HOURS, 2016
PACIFIC OCEAN, NORTHEAST OF THE HESS RISE
OPERATION BLACK VEIL
“FIRST CONTACT”

Rain beat down on the windshield of the cockpit, the wipers frantically lashing away in vain as lightning flashed through the sinister storm clouds that shrouded the Pacific Ocean. Both pilots were nervous suffice to say but holding to their duty and performing as they had been trained to do. The Osprey aside from small bouts of turbulence was handling the storm well as it raced through the skies inbound to the objective. And the tanks had plenty of fuel for the duration of the operation and still make the flight to the Hawaiian islands for a refuel. The Osprey was also fast, maneuverable, and sturdy and if the situation arose for such it was armed with two heavy caliber machine guns for air-to-ground engagements. Of course the uneasy feeling that was hanging in the cockpit between the two men was not just because of the weather but the mission itself and the greater implications of it. A possible alien attack on a civilian cargo vessel, who knows what they would find if they found anything. But this was what they had signed on for and it was up to them to get Nemesis Team to the last location of the missing ship so they could investigate. The copilot glanced around towards the back of the craft at the figures slouched together on the foldout seats of the passenger area then turned his eyes back front and focused on what was ahead. They were a motley-looking bunch and from a variety of walks of life, like all of Minerva Force really, and were meant to be the best of the best. They definitely stood out.

“Estimated ten minutes out from destination.” the pilot said. He, the copilot, Nemesis Team, and Command were on a designated frequency.

“Nemesis Team, listen up,” Commander Damirón’s stern voice came sharply over the radio, “your primary mission objective is to locate the missing cargo vessel, a civil model container ship loaded with crates of exported goods. We triangulated the last communication from hours ago along with the planned route for the ship and have a confident estimated location for it. Locate the ship and relay the situation back to command.”

“We provided you with portable cameras with a direct feed back to command,” the Commander reminded them, “go ahead now and equip them.”

The cameras provided were small, easily fitted into the palm of one’s hand, and attached to them was a slim black band for strapping them around the head. They were waterproof, sturdy, and as the Commander had stated maintained a continuous feed back to command. Ideally they would be used to record the investigation the ship - should they find it.

“Eight minutes out,” the pilot said over comms, “going into hover.”

The Osprey shifted slightly and came to a noticeable slow as the rotors outside peeled back and upward and the pilot eased off on the speed.

MINERVA FORCE

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GAMEPLAY AND DICE

ATTRIBUTES

Attributes represent a character’s strengths and talents. There are five total attributes; Athletics, Dexterity, Perception, Willpower, and Charisma

Players increase their attributes and skills by earning points to spend. Points are earned at the end of missions - usually a fixed number with the possibility of bonus points, though the latter are rare. Points can also be granted later on with the possible help of implants and augmentations, though these come with cost risks.

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• Athletics represents a character's physical strength. During interactions and skill checks it can be useful for acts of brute force as well as physical melees.

• Dexterity is the measure of a character's hand-eye coordination, balance, and overall grace. In interactions and skill checks it can be used for sleight-of-hand and fast reactions. In combat scenarios it is key for dodging incoming attacks.

• Perception is a character's ability to pick up on details as well as their keenness of eyesight. In interactions, it can be used to catch someone in a lie, to make an observant comment about their appearance, or to notice something happening in the background. In combat it contributes to accuracy and as such is a core stat for precise shots when needed.

• Willpower represents a character's mental and emotional temperance. Those with high willpower can overcome situations with extreme emotional impacts, find that “second drive” to push through intense situations, and also are more resistant to alien mind control and other “interference”.

• Charisma is a measure of a character's personality, personal magnetism, their ability to persuade or lie, and their performance. In interactions it can be used to talk one’s’ way past guards, convince others to help you, and generally help make your case in any situation. It can also be used to haggle.

DICE ROLLS

ATTRIBUTE CHECKS

Throughout the campaign you will encounter situations that will demand particular skills to succeed in - or in some cases at least survive. These will call upon character attributes of course, as for what attributes are put to the test will depend on the circumstances at present. Some such as brawling, combing through a crash site, or sneaking through an alien base will evoke all of one’s specialized abilities. Others - such as bribing an official or sniping a target from afar - will demand a specific attribute such as Charisma or Perception.

When such checks arise against other characters they are resolved through scoring respective skills against each other plus a dice buffer (1d6). Attempting to deceive or persuade a particularly perceptive NPC - even one with very low Charisma - is apt to fail while in other cases having a higher Charisma score than an NPC can work wonders. Or say a character is chasing after an enemy scout a fails to keep pace with them, a perceptive character can follow the trail the enemy might leave in their wake.

When facing environmental challenges dice rolls will typically be employed to challenge characters.

These checks are very influential in plot events and what direction the story goes based upon character choices and the outcome/consequences of these choices.

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MINERVA FORCE

The silence of the dark room was broken by the squeak of hinges as the heavy door swung open. The rooms’ automatic light raised though just barely to a dimness, the room after all not meant to be illuminating. A single figure entered, a man of average height and build. He wore a black pinstripe suit with a red tie and atop his head was a black felt hat. He pushed the door closed behind him with little regard of the metallic slam it gave.

The man stepped further into the room and turned to his left, coming to face with thick, glazed glass that looked into another room. Unlike the one in which he stood this opposing room was brightly lit with a group of chairs situated in three neat rows in the middle of it; nearly every chair was occupied, the occupants men and women of a diversity of appearances and ethnicities. Some sat up straight and intent looking ahead at the glass before them while others were slouched over with deadened expressions or had their heads in their hands - the man in black did not blame them for why. What they had just been shown was something that the rest of the world was not ready to see, or rather had not been ready to see. But if his prediction was right then soon enough the world would have to see it, ready or not.

As was standard there was a small desk against the wall beneath the glass and a metal chair to go with it, the man in black having sat in it many times before. Wasting no time he reached down and pulled the chair back and had a seat. Several of those on the other side slumped forward in their chairs looked up, the glass was not sound proof and while somewhat grainy to see through even with the dim lighting the man’s shadow could be spotted. The glass had a small speaker built directly into it with a slight modulator meant to warp the voice of the speaker just enough to further conceal their identity. Not that it really even mattered, the man had done this whole process countless times before and always it was the same. Those on the other side of the glass, the recruits, had just been shown the unspeakable and were caught in some mental whirlwind or another. Perhaps not “unspeakable”, but certainly difficult to process. He could see it in their faces as he made himself as comfortable as he could in the cold, hard chair. The shock, the denial, the fear, by now he had learned to spot it all painted on the faces of the “newly initiated”. Even now it still never failed to unsettle the man in black, seeing hardened career soldiers, government operatives, and special agents shaken to the core. Seeing the corpse of an extraterrestrial lifeform up close and verifiable would do that to nearly anyone of course.

“Greetings, recruits…” the man in black began, leaning in close to the microphone, his voice crackling and fried to those on the other side. “It is good to see you here. You no doubt have questions and are most likely feeling… quite jolted by what you have been shown less than an hour ago. It is regrettable the impact it has most likely had on you all psychologically, but you must understand the secrecy of such… things.”

The man gauged the room as he paused momentarily. Some dropped their faces back into their hands, some shook their heads, most just stared straight at the glass listening.

“You were recruited and brought here cooperatively of your own will, you were all chosen because you were deemed fit and ideal for duty in Minerva Force. From your skills in the field to your abilities of judgement and your diligence. You are here because you are needed. Earth - humanity - is in a grave peril, one that we believe has been culminating for some time.”

Another pause, and then continuation, “In nineteen ninety-two, after the fall of the Berlin Wall, Minerva Force was founded after members of the scientific community logged an increased percentage of UFO sightings in space as well as relatable phenomenon on Earth in the years prior. Many of which were kept hidden from the societies of the world. The United States, Russia, China, and additional nations later on poured much effort and funding into Minerva Force. That was twenty-four years ago and since then the sightings and activities have only further increased and containing their exposure to the world has only grown more difficult in this digital age. But that is not the worst of it.”

“Recent events have lead us to believe that something immediate is afoot, that the… otherworlders are moving to action.”

The man took a breath and let his words settle on the room, as best they could anyway. The reactions were more or less the same, a few added head shakes and sideways glances between recruits. The man had done this routine many times already, little variation other than choice phrasing and words. He wondered how much of what he said stuck in these short briefings after exposing the truth to the new recruits. Nevertheless, it was necessary.

“You will all be immediately transferred to Alpha Sentinel, the central hub of Minerva Force operations and given your assignments. To say that this is a lot to take in is indeed a vast understatement, but we do not have the time to sit about and collect our thoughts. Minerva Force is closely monitoring global events and on the lookout for further heightening of extraterrestrial activities. You will receive additional briefing once you have reached Alpha Sentinel.”

As always the man in black ended on the most uplifting note he could offer, which was not much, “The fate of humanity depends on the success of this project, this force, and you were all chosen because our organization deemed you to be among the best humanity had to offer. It will be a difficult struggle to come but we are sure you will not disappoint and will be at the forefront of a victory to come.”

Methodically, the man in black stood back up from his seat, the last of him to be heard was the scrape of his chair and the heavy slam of the door from whence he first came, the recruits meanwhile would be immediately ushered out and prepared for flight to Alaska.