[center][color=39b54a][center][h2]Ullross “Ross” Vallath[/h2][/center][/color][/center]

Another sleepless night and another slow morning. Sleep deprivation, although annoying, never had any serious lasting effects on him. The worst part always seemed to be trying to get back up and be motivated for the day. 05:30, the red numbers glared at him from his bed side clock. He didn’t even bother setting an alarm, he already knew he wasn’t going to sleep very well. That shadow that seemed to be forever stuck to him always lingered in the back of his mind. 

With a deep breath the older looking man sat up and began to get ready for the day, staying in bed and starring at the ceiling wouldn’t help him. It took him about 15 minutes to throw on some clean clothes and wash his face. The hotel that the OMR was letting him use was fancy but out of the way. He had arrived in Germany the day before by plane, he was in northern Scotland tending to his home when he received the message. As some mortals say duty calls.

Ross was well knew quite well where the meeting was at and what time but wanted to go for a walk first. It had been nearly 2 or 3 hundred years since he was hear last and the changes, like all the old places he has seen, were many. The amount of change that has happened in just 6 years was unheard of. The end of the cold war, new countries, and new technology being shared after they had survived the shattering. It was a golden era of prosperity and growth. 

The space command had many long term goals that were being brought up, from repairing the moon to terraforming other planets. Ross could only hope that his initiative would gain favor and be considered for voting by the end of the year. A proposition to continue to build the planets defense force against extra-terrestrial threats. The eldritch horror is likely not the only one or the last one. On top of that the amount of cults and threats pertaining to the beast almost tripled among the population within the last three years alone. Ross knew that the influence that thing held over the planet was still strong and wouldn’t be easy to get rid of.

His wandering thoughts eventually cleared up when he realized where he had stopped. Quickly Ross realized that he had walked a bit further than he wanted to. Before him was a memorial, Stark white rectangular pillars held black stone sheets. Each one engraved with many names, their ages, and where they were from. It nearly took up a city block and was very well cared for. Clean and organized, Ross slowly stepped through it quietly looking at the names.

The stone pathways that navigated the art piece were engraved with quotes in different languages. The only one he really paid attention to read, [u]“They fought together as Brothers and Sisters-in-arms. They died together and now they sleep side by side. To them we have a solemn obligation.”[/u] It was nice, the pillars where erected in a way that it drowned out a lot of the noise of the surrounding city.

It wasn’t too long before the man was back on the street heading for the OMR office building. Time had slipped away from him while looking over the names of those at the memorial. There was one last stop he wanted to make before going to work. A small market a few blocks from the office he was told about by the staff. Starting the odd conversation or asking around as to what was the best area for a quick snack. Ross was able to purchase a few sausages and some candy that he was quick to stash in his interior coat pockets. German sausages of any kind were always something to be enjoyed. The man didn’t have much of a sweet tooth but he also knew it was good for bribing certain creatures.

The office was rather busy with many different beings coming and going. To him it was a security risk but he was sure they had precautions for it. After getting the room number ad directions for it from the reception desk, Ross wasted little time going to the room. Walking with a military presence and with purpose most stayed out of his way. It didn’t help that he also looked upset as well. 

The sight he was greeted with when he came in was rather nice. Strangers abound but one familiar face that was taking of her clothes at the front of the group. The android he remembered as the one who saved him after the battle. Amanda Duvais, it was a name he was unable to get when he woke up in the hospital how strange that they would be meeting here once more. The others in the room looked interesting. 

When asked to go about introductions he spoke up first in a deep but calm voice, “[color=39b54a]Ullross Vallath, you lot can call me Ross. Former Captain and squadron leader in the RAF and OMR, Served as an Instructor and combat pilot in the battle of the shattering.[/color]” His tone didn’t change but his posture tightened up slightly when he mentioned the shattering. “[color=39b54a]Currently Specialize in occult studies and investigation.[/color]” Ross would not say more after this and instead waited for the others.