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Hmm, unless Penn needs to return to the group, he has little to post about at the moment.
Agent File
Codename: Pennsylvania
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Height: 167.64cm
Weight: 67kg
Specialty: Explosive Ordinance
Amour Enhancement: Reinforced Armor - Installed initially as a safety measure, reinforced armor plating, concussive shock padding, and overall design increase damage threshold to suit and wearer before vital damage is sustained.
Advanced Enhancement:
A.I: Omicron
Personality Assessment:
Agent displays a gross disregard for personal safety, maintenance of equipment and tools, or even for surroundings outside mission parameters. This is, from what analysis can determine, from a deeply seated belief that failure only happens to others. Past events have shown the man more than wiling to go to any means necessary to execute a task, regardless whenever morality and ethics of other agents might give them pause. Otherwise, noted as amiable and approachable off duty, to a degree that might breed distrust in some more anti social agents. Not primary leadership material under any predictable circumstances, but just smart enough to be dangerous in such a position. Do not assign to solitary jobs unless no other options are viable, lack of self preservation and on the job morality too dangerous to be left alone.
By all means Midna, however you see fit to make things work! I don't mind wherever you put him, considering you've had good explanations so far for any placement ideas you've had, I'll be fine working with wherever you want to put him. And I'll get my chara over to that fancy new tab for em in a few moments, in fact.
Penn had returned to his room, and on a thought, swept it for any monitoring devices. Bugs, as some called them, and disposed of the ones he could find. He wasn't hungry, and he rummaged through some of his belongings, eventually digging out an old book, far older than the Agent was. He hadn't ditched the armor yet, and sat down on the ground rather than risk stress damage to the furniture. His armor was more prone to that then most. Gently opening the book, half the pages were blank, the other half filled with a half legible scrawl that was Penn's handwriting. It was an honest to god journal, no electricity, no digital displays, just an honest to god book. Next to the book was a recorder, which was a verbal log of his journal musings and writings, more candid than that written in the book. Feeling secure about the room now, having found what he could, he began writing, the recording device also starting, picking up from the last time he had used the two. The background noise on the recorder was always the same, quiet, except for the sound of pen on paper, and Penn's own voice.
"Journal and Log of Agent Pennsylvania, continued from previous entry. The testing has gone well until today, where everything turned into a mess. No one walked away from that round of tests unscathed. I have...Forget this formal bullshit. North and South looked traumatized, and as far as I can tell, they got off easiest. Iowa looked inches away from murdering people outright, and Carolina...poor bastard is broken, gone and broken. He won't ever be the same, not where it matters. I don't consider my own tests a failure, not due to my actions. Provided with grossly useless equipment and intel does not saddle responsibility for failure onto the Agent. But, these last rounds of tests, something is off. I can't say what, but someone is looking for something very specific, very clear. To them, but not to me. I have my concerns and fears, I'm sure the rest of the agents do. Hell, I compiled a list of tech specs and info that indicates the borderline impossible nature of my test parameters. But I'm not sharing them, not with what I know now. I need to bide my time and wait, see what comes of all this. Its not going to be easy, not with the distrust and pain each Agent is no doubt going through now. For now, thats all that I got for the log. End Entry."
Penn sighed, standing up from the floor, stashing his things away again. Some days he wondered why he still bothered with that thing. And the same answer always returned. For when he died, someone could go back, find it, and see what the man was thinking on a regular basis. Kind of a long running statement, he supposed. But he still wasn't hungry, and he walked out of his quarters and started roaming the halls of the ship, waiting for the recall or some sort of information to be put out. It was a rare event where he didn't want to seek anyone out. He wanted to think in peace, and left his helmet on now, data tablet still with him all the way. No, unless he ran into someone, he wasn't going to be discussing things with anyone right now, if he had his way that was. He had enough information to sift through.
Penn had set his helmet and data pad down, giving his full attention to Carolina as he started to speak, and as he really began, Penn could already see the stress cracks and fractures in the man who had seemed so, well, together the night before. The situation the man described sounded harrowing, and rather illegal as well. It was a gross violation of normal operating procedure for sims, such simulated long term events could cause some serious damage. From what he understood from the medical folks, at any rate, they used a lot of in house techno babble for their medical. But that was not what the focus was, Carolina was cooked, unsure of whether this was reality or not alone was an indicator of that. But it was not unexpected, from the situation described. But Penn didn't interrupt the man as he began into the big part of his confession, if that was the right word, to the man.
Penn was confirmed in his thinking from the declarations of a shattered mind and personality from Carolina. Even if he hadn't said anything, his eyes spoke enough. They reminded him of some soldiers he had seen, that empty, scared look of a man too long lost to the times of war and pain. Penn wasn't sure what kind of man he had known in the simulation, but apparently it was clear that one, they shared the same codename and two, he was transposing memories of that time onto this one. Not surprising, really, considering what they had done. He would have to tread carefully, his initial plans of roaring into the offices and raising holy hell gone now. It might be wiser to keep on the down low, gather information from the background and pick up on what was going on that was so screwy.
Carolina seemed to get more control as he finished speaking, and Penn rose, resting a hand on the other Agent's shoulder and finally speaking. "Your not the only one who's picking up on something going on. I think all our tests were rigged in some way, shape, or form. Some worse than others. This'll seem like hollow words, but your going through a hell most can't imagine, mentally. Just keep going, you'll come out on the other side in time. I'll be keeping an eye and ear out, more so now then I originally planned. Appreciate you telling me all this, and I won't go spreading it around and about to people. This stays on the down low until the time to act is clear." Penn would be keeping an eye on Carolina though, even if medical helped him out, these kind of things needed to be watched carefully.
Carolina intercepted Penn as he was on his way, a data tablet in hand as he stopped to look at the other Agent when he asked that Penn come talk, and further elaborated on the fact that everything had been rigged and to meet him in five minutes before running away. In Carolina's room, he assumed was where the agent meant to meet, and he decided, considering what happened so far today. So in about five minutes time he knocked on the door to Carolina's quarters, still holding the data tablet, and would enter when given permission to. He didn't intrude on people's privacy without damn good reason. Walking in, he now had his helmet tucked under one arm, data tablet in the other, and looked at his fellow Agent with a much calmer expression then before, considering he had time to collect himself. "Alright Carolina, what's up?"
Hmm, Penn as leader, that would be an interesting experience, especially if things went down bad. Would explain commands decision on that though, though.
Hmm, I have to wonder if I underwhelmed on Penn's response a bit. Tried to play up his lack of self preservation, either way though.
Penn watched South and Carolina both left in their own rights, both having failed as well. No, every single Agent failing? That was too far fetched for him to buy, and he rose as North and South withdrew, no dissapointment on his face, not as such. No, he was mad, pissed beyond belief. So many equipment failures and glaringly bad intel? That wasn't poor planning and support, that was a full blown betrayal in the field by his superiors. And he wasn't going to just stand for that idly. But first, he had to confirm with the ship's resident expert on all the weapons they would be issued. The armory would have such a man, or woman, inside. The charges shouldn't have failed, not after the checks he had made, likewise, when the simulation ended, the grenades took too long to go off as well. No, that much faulty equipment on that kind of mission? Impossible. They were set up, and the failure had little to do with his own ability and talent. But he, like previously considered, needed proof.
Penn was a very common person in the armory, always coming by, checking on gear, armor, weapons he was assigned, and so on. No matter where he had been stationed, he made himself frequent in the armory, working and talking with them to keep in very good terms. And so it wasn't surprising he knew at least one guy down there, and sat down to start talking gory details about the equipment, possible malfunctions, and everything else that had gone wrong in that mission without really giving anything away about it to figure out how he could call out those sons of bitches in command. He had seen how South looked, and Iowa for that matter. No, that didn't sit well with him, and once he had amassed the technical data, headed straight for the testing areas. He was going to find the man in charge and rip him a new asshole, figuratively in most chances.
Penn was a very common person in the armory, always coming by, checking on gear, armor, weapons he was assigned, and so on. No matter where he had been stationed, he made himself frequent in the armory, working and talking with them to keep in very good terms. And so it wasn't surprising he knew at least one guy down there, and sat down to start talking gory details about the equipment, possible malfunctions, and everything else that had gone wrong in that mission without really giving anything away about it to figure out how he could call out those sons of bitches in command. He had seen how South looked, and Iowa for that matter. No, that didn't sit well with him, and once he had amassed the technical data, headed straight for the testing areas. He was going to find the man in charge and rip him a new asshole, figuratively in most chances.
Well, I decided to type a long post, soooo *shrugs*
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