[color=00a651][center][h3]Asim /Ogre/ Badir [/h3][/center]

[center][h3]// New faces New places //[/h3][/center][/color]

The ferry ride over to the New Zealand Island was actually quite nice, being well aware that his bulk would likely be too much for a helicopter that was not built for heavy lifting. Most of his armor and equipment was sent out to this place before he even left, this way it wouldn’t create too much of a lapse in research time. Making and testing biologically engineered fungi to help restore polluted biomes and take those that do well to modify them further for use on the ongoing mars missions was his current project. 

The cool air was expected and refreshing compared to the temperatures of the desert lab he had been working in before this one. Still, he had a job to do and his combat specialty came first on his to do list. Speaking of Asim made a quick comment to his virtual assistant as the front of his new home for the foreseeable future came into view. [color=00a651][i]“Rose make sure you scan the area here and come up with an effective plan to mitigate any damage to this natural area if a leak in the lab should occur.”[/i][/color] After a short moment of silence a feminine voice with an Irish accent spoke into the communication device in his left ear, “[color=0072bc][i]Its done boss.[/i][/color]”

[color=00a651][i]“Thank you rose.”[/i][/color] He spoke as he crossed the entry way into the building. His bionic eye displayed the information that was telling him how to get to his room as assigned in the data packet. A few faces already seemed to be up and about as the giant made his way to his room to drop off his personal belongings. 

Setting everything down and placing things roughly in where they needed to go and heading for the rec room, grabbing an orange and white pouch roughly the size of a book and his 5 gallon jug of water. Asim was wearing his workout clothes with the intent on getting some lifting in before or after the impending debrief. The muscle bound behemoth was wearing grey sweatpants, slip on running shoes, and a yellow tank top that said “Average Joe’s” he was clean shaven and bald, clearly showing his plethora of scars across his left arm and the side of his face.

 The cybernetic implants were not concealed and clearly showed multiple implants above and below the skin of his left arm spreading into his chest and sporadically over the left side of his face, the iris of his left eye shifted in color. Smiling at the duo in the room, one man that was sipping on a glass of whiskey and another that clearly made some interesting modifications to the fridge. [color=00a651]“Gentleman, I am Asim Badir Callsign Ogre. It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you.”[/color]

Finding a seat on an unoccupied love seat that by the way it creaked and popped when he sat down was not meant for his weight as it protested. Opening the small pouch that clearly read “emergency food ration bars 2400 calories” a simple cookie that tasted of apples and honey. Taking chunks and eating the dry survival food casually with the occasional gulp of water from his jug, hefting the 5 gallon jug like anyone would normally use a standard sized water bottle.


[color=00a651][center][h3]/// Back to work /// [/h3][/center][/color]


The ride over was quick, bumpy, and dusty. The land barren even for a desert as the lake dried up a few years ago taking the bulk of the local civilian population with it. Ogre remained quiet while the others spoke and drove for the majority of the way. He was not idle though, mentally going over the stream of environmental data that his sensors and Rose were feeding him. Heavy metals in the soil and a slight tinge of radiation in the dust from possibly cold war nuclear tests or other irresponsible handling of nuclear materials.

The sudden stop of the vehicles and there various orders had him stepping out of the vehicle taking a knee to provide cover if necessary and pull rear guard while the others approached the observation point. [color=00a651][i]“Rose, sweep the area for contaminants and biological life signs, just not enough to trigger any sensors that might be out here.”[/i][/color] His HUD lit up with numbers and data as he scanned their area, more of the same as he picked up on the way in. only difference was a few UXO’s at or just under the surface of the area from conflicts long passed.

[color=00a651][i]“Rose, update the teams map to display the local UXO’s and make a note to drop some of the new fungi seeders in the area to see how well they do in this environment.”[/i][/color] With that scan done Ogre went over his own gear and system checks, cycling through all of his armors components from a subtle flair of his shields, the turning of the mortar and missile rounds on his back, and cycling the action a few times on his own weapon everything came up green for him. [color=00a651]“Ogre is set.”[/color] He called over the radio. catching what glitch said about some kind of catch phrase Ogre just couldn't help himself to be a little unprofessional before the actual start of the mission, [color=00a651]"Hey Glitch, how about hack the planet?"[/color] he had a slight laugh to himself at the old movie reference while pointing at him with his left hand like a finger gun.

While waiting for the next step in the plan he turned from his security position to assist the other team mates with checking their gear, looking over to his fellow heavy that was built a bit taller than him which was expected as he was built more out than up. [color=00a651]“Ready to go to work Frigga? Should be a good day.”[/color] Keeping up with his smile that could be heard in his words.