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GRPHQ (Spaaaace)

Galactic Republic Peacekeepers Headquarters, quite the mouthful. Specialist branch, if you were going to be specific, and if Hunter had his way everything would be; down to the smallest detail. He had walked in through those great arched double doors on the mobile space station, Orion, a scorched and blackened mess. Before he’d even been allowed off his ship decontamination teams had sprayed the entire structure and practically bombed him with detergents. If his armour hadn’t still been sealed the process would have been far more unpleasant still, luckily he hadn’t suffered a breach. Though if he had he probably wouldn’t have been alive to tell his tale, or rather, deliver his report. Telling stories was not his style.

It was sometimes a little daunting, realising that this entire space station and all six hundred and fifty-five souls upon it were dedicated to one thing, one resource. The Hunter. Him. They were his operators, his support teams, his engineers, quartermasters, scientists and medics. They did their jobs though, and he did his. No need to be humble, he would serve his purpose, carry out his missions, and likely die before his time. These souls would see many a Hunter pass through, if history was anything to tell by. People died slow of age these days, most had probably seen double digits of different people fill the mantle he currently filled. Point being, though it was sometimes a little daunting, it was never that daunting. Not for him. It really didn’t affect him either way in the end. 

He was ushered out of his armour almost as soon as he cleared those double doors and entered the main-hall proper. The station was laid out simply, there was the main hall with entry to the majority of the different sectors, and those few sectors with lesser importance or in rare cases greater importance could be accessed through elevators positioned along the hall. Living quarters were found further down, but Hunter seldom traversed down there. His own living quarters were up above, the penthouse suite if such a thing has much meaning on a space station. Even there he was seldom found. Hunter was addicted to his work, or perhaps there was just a lot of it. Either way, he was on mission more often than he was off it. 

Stripped down to casual-wear, which resembled nothing of the sort as a strict jacket-trousers like one-piece combination made of a strange plastic like material, he strode swiftly down the hall. Those few that were not immediately working stopped and saluted him as he passed in the fashion of the Galactic Republic (namely a step-to with a hand over one’s shoulder) to which he nodded in reply. Honestly, he did not cut such an impressive figure outside of his armour. His face was harsh and gaunt, grey in colouration, with large eyes and pointed ears. He was not so dissimilar from a human, though his shoulders were fairly broad his six foot seven inches of height gave him an oddly lanky build none-the-less. He seemed almost unnaturally thin, and he moved with a grace that was almost supernatural to look at. He was quick though, and unmistakably powerful in an athletic way. A perfect agent, many would have said.

Not that he paid that sort of talk any mind. He’d earn what he wished from long service and success. So far he had managed the first of those tasks, and enough of the second. Little did he know he was about to be assigned the hardest mission he’d yet undertaken. Fresh from the Sakakt, he wouldn’t have believed it until he’d lived it. But live it he would, soon, Keia was waiting after all. Never with good news, unfortunately. He walked into her office, positioned purposely next door to the command centre.

[color=1E90FF]“Ksleiasia salaisa, shea ossa sill saorplaas.” [/color]

[i]Keia Hail, the hunt is complete.[/i]

[color=f7976a]“Sahusanar salaisa, sa salsor.” [/color]

[i]Hunter Hail, as always.[/i]

[color=1E90FF]“Si sorod ssat ssetsur ssis si shakdor.”[/color] 

[i]I would not return if I failed.[/i]

The grey faced woman sat in her office regarded Hunter for a moment, her feminine features giving her otherwise similar appearance to the agent a far kinder visage. Where he was gaunt, her face was narrow, perhaps angular, but it had character. She was bald, but her skin did not retain the same coarseness as his own, it was far more smooth, and her eyes were alight with intelligence where his burned with fervour. She was tall, but not quite as tall as him, and her body curved not unlike a human woman. Though what other similarities she shared with human biology were not currently up for debate. She too was adorned in the strict attire that passed for casual wear on the station, but it stuck to her well, she looked good while Hunter looked oddly awkward in his own outfit. He was made for armour, she was made for this. And she was done thinking.

[color=f7976a]“Saida.”[/color] She said, though their voices lacked that vital human component that expressed sadness or melancholy, there were other signs that only Hunter and the few others of his race that still remained within the Republic could pick up on. This was coupled with her use of an adage only their people made use of. It translated well into English.

[i]Truth.[/i]

[color=1E90FF]"Sehy."[/color]

[i]Yes.[/i]

[color=f7976a]“Now, as you may have guessed, the branch requires your services once again. Hunter.” [/color]

For a creature as stoic as Hunter to start and wince in surprise was no common occurrence, in fact, Keia wished she had been recording his reaction at the moment she jumped into English without warning. It was not a language he had heard before, and its words were crude and blunt in comparison to their own. Even as she had spoken his neural implant would be working itself into overdrive, calculating intonation and grammar, word placement, referencing data-banks. Before the first word had even left her thin but not unattractive lips he would have understood the gist of what she was saying. Now the question was whether he would be able to think up a reply. The way the device worked was odd, it never changed the language one thought in per-se, but when it detected the need for it, it translated ones very thoughts into the words of the language they needed to access. Even now, Hunter’s natural thoughts had been replaced by an alien tongue he did not understand, but at the same time, he knew every word. 

[color=1E90FF]“What is this bastard language.”[/color] He spat, composure still somewhat unsettled. [color=1E90FF]“Is this the tongue of indigenous peoples?”[/color] He stopped himself before he asked anything else, there was no point continuing to ask the questions that burned the hottest, Keia would answer as she willed. It was her way. Part of the reason why she was hired, part of the reason why he could never really like her. She controlled every conversation they shared with an iron will.

[color=f7976a]“You will be sent to the planet of terra, Earth. It lies within the milky way galaxy, it is the only garden world in its solar system, so we have left it in isolation until this point. It is a sub-T1 civilisation, though it is estimated to reach T1 within sixty-four cycles, nearly one hundred years by Earth estimates.”[/color] She smirked. [color=f7976a]“Oh, and to answer your question, it is one of the predominant, and in the case of your mission most relevant, languages of humanity, the dominant species on Earth.”[/color]

[color=1E90FF]“Primitives then.”[/color] He waited.

[color=f7976a]“Not so, but I suppose you would see them as such. Perhaps even less so in recent times, the full dossier is here, but I will give you a summary regardless. You are to visit this planet and reconnoitre a region at 45.25° N, 69.44° W, it is colloquially referred to as the city of Lost Haven. There, you will seek out the cause of a major biological disturbance responsible for the sudden and seemingly irreversible changes in the ‘human's’ DNA. They are manifesting strange and dangerous abilities beyond their natural capacity. Your mission parameters will adjust in scope to what information you return with. Do you understand.”[/color]

[color=1E90FF]“Sehy.”[/color]

[i]Yes[/i]

[color=f7976a]“Go then.”[/color]

[i]Nas Ssetsur
And return…[/i]