Statement: To infiltrate rebel organization to gather intelligence on developing resistance.
Resources: Three standard Tiger M2 Power Armor Unit’s and Personal equipment
Officer in Charge: Jacobs
Debrief: Sir,All due respect, but fuck you and fuck your damn intelligence. Everything was going great. The two you assigned to me were doing their thing, gathering Intel, making relations with the rebels and what not, when Alexander noticed the train stopped. I evacuated the train, dawned my power armor and waited for whatever retartedness was about to jump out of the shadows and surprise face fuck this entire operation. I noticed some wind. The Excubitor was stalking hungrily some attractive women or something. Few moments later Alexander informed me there was a train coming for us. Yes. A Fucking a train. Going the wrong way. Amazing your sensors were not able to pick that up. Maybe you sent the train. Maybe you were on the train. Who fucking knows? Jumping down on the track I attempted to save the bait by moving the track in front of the train to the side of the tunnel we were in. Then I ran. Piece of adamantium pierced my suit. That’s the 8th piece of train that found it’s way shrapnel wise into my body over the years in service to the Body, just to let you know sir. Not asking for a medal or anything. Maybe my old job back? Sure you don’t give a fuck, but the way I figure, you have to read these debriefs so I might as well let you know how much I appreciate all your hard work for the Body. Anyways. Train wreck happens. People die. Another train pulls up. A squad exit’s the train and begins opening fire on the rebel bait trying frantically to escape. One well placed grenade liquidated the enemy. A second squad emerged from the train. This one the Excubitor helped with. Only managed to eliminate about half before they retreated.
Recommendations: Give me more men, and let me know next time there is a fucking train stampeding down the track at me. Thanks
Target Status: Still at large.
Mission Progress: Delayed, but ongoing
While accompanying Officer Jacobs and Dr. Alexander on a jet-rail to Begelabrik Spaceport, I blended in with the locals and began to try and dig up some leads on where sources of further info and intelligence could be located with minimal success. This was due to our conveyance stopping without announcement. Upon investigation of the stoppage by interviewing train staff and locals, discovered that the power was out and was a regular occurrence due to the recent bombings and Lone Voice activities. While moving to the rear of the conveyance to investigate hypnogogic occupants and luggage compartment (nano-comp download of occupant list en route), I was informed by Dr. Alexander that there was a train coming from the other direction at a high rate of speed along our track. This I deduced was NOT a regular occurrence.
I then pulled the emergency alarm to create confusion and put on my Tiger M2 suit and proceeded to exit the conveyance and strategically withdrew from the imminent impact zone. Upon impact I received very minor wounds and all equipment remained fully functional, intact, and undamaged.
Upon viewing of Officer Jacobs and Dr. Alexanders suit and chip feeds, discovered that the same could not be said for them, however their suits trauma kits did their job and stabilized their condition.
Upon seeing the armed group of rebels coming from another conveyance that pulled up along the track, I began the long trek through the wreckage of two crashed jet-rails to assist Jacobs in the firefight against the armed rebels. En’ route to the battle, I managed to detain and restrain a fleeing rebel for further interrogation and processing in the immediate future. Once I arrived at the battle, I saw Jacobs had incinerated or destroyed many of the armed rebels, and managed to kill one myself before they retreated back to the jet-rail. Jacobs and I tried to stop the jet-rail and detain the soldiers without success.
We are now searching the wreckage and interrogating any survivors.
Target Status: Still at large
Mission Status: Progressing on schedule
After securing the battle site, Scholator Jacobs managed to find a survivor among the rebel troops we dispatched (as per earlier report). Dr Alexander was able to stabilize the patient for further interrogation. Meanwhile, Jacobs rounded up approximately 30 rebel sympathizers who were attempting to aid the rebel troops in the battle (they ran up to the armed rebels asking them for aid and were NOT being shot at by said rebels… proof of collusion).
While they secured the battle/crash site, I managed to interrogate the prisoner I mentioned in my last report. Unfortunately he didn’t know anything and died of injuries received during the collision (Train shrapnel pierced his torso). Since he matched my approximate appearance, I switched identities with him and managed to keep cover intact.
I then proceeded to the rear of our train and began to search the baggage area (after clearing out the looters and panicked masses). Could not find any sign of rebel intel during my brief search but did manage to use two deceased passengers from the hypnogogic area that roughly matched the descriptions of Jacobs and Alexander (Although I appreciate sending such a skilled and capable Dr along on this mission… fuck you… ceramic plated skin? seriously?) and took their idents along with new clothing for them so we (they) could hopefully remain in undercover long enough for me to acquire target and unleash death (Jacobs) upon her and her followers.
After staging our deaths, I returned disguised in my Tiger Mk2 power armor to assist Jacobs in interrogating the rebel conspirators. After a cursory glance at them, I deduced that none of them were in disguise. Upon beginning the interrogations, many of them fled into the wreckage (further evidence of being in league with the rebels). We managed to gather up most of them and Jacobs dealt with them in his own crude manner.
Before the incident, Jacobs and Alexander managed to glean some useful intel out of the dying rebel soldier. They were pursuing Advocate Grodnr from Begelabrik spaceport on the jet-rail that crashed into us, and tried to eliminate everyone on his train, suspecting him to be an agent of the Body (I was unaware of any other infiltration operation ongoing in this sector… If he was an agent of ours please update his status as compromised, MIA: Presumed dead.).
We gathered our prisoner, gear, and after taking on the appearance and ident of said passenger, we headed off East along the tunnel to an abandoned train station. Upon entering the corridor, we saw early pagan wall paintings and Dr. Alexander deduced that this area had been out of use for a century or more. We eventually came across a cave-in within the corridor and managed to bust through the wall into a catacomb of sorts. During this time I managed to trick our prisoner Stratio Lisen to reveal that there are a very large group of rebels located in Begelabrik in the Lower Levels.
We walked along the absurd catacombs (included are pictures of their pagan artwork and funerary customs of sealing the dead into large statues) until we found a main tunnel. Jacobs detected several thermal images with his suit and we took up defensive positions. After a very brief battle, we killed two rebel soldiers and captured two others for interrogation. Discovered that the rebels are using these ancient unused tunnels to evade the Body and had them wired up with sound-sensing alarms. Jacobs, using his usual crude tactics, began to torture one of the prisoners to lure more soldiers to our position. I am confident that we will eventually capture someone of high enough rank to lead us to the rebel leaders.
Situation Report: Rock Jacobs
Mission: Find location of Mals Foeiree
Location: Planet Othrevir, via train to Begelabrik Space Port.
We stumbled on a lead it looks like. After surveying the bodies of the recently deceased, I found a survivor, Alef Lisen. Alexander got him tickin’ again, while I dealt with other rebels. Sir, I had every intention of interrogating them all first, but they started running, and we can’t have that, now can we sir? When the doc got the kid starry eyed again, I got him talking. His squad was assigned with tracking down some man, and killing all associated with him. The target was Advocate Grodnr. Made my heart flutter. Makes an old man like myself think this kid has more he ain’t telling me. I pick him up we go down into the tunnel system in further search of Foierre.
Alexander was all data pad and notations when we got into a section of train station and saw all these cave paintings. We found some statue’s that Alexander believed held body’s. Smashed one to help her with her research. I smelt an ambush. Sure as shit. My thermal readings picked one up. The Excubitor snapped my precious bride’s neck, and we got to killing.
Two left after the battle. One I had to use as an example. The tunnel seems to be rigged with comm’s sir. That’s how they knew we were coming. The use the damn tunnels to get around without us knowing.
More to follow.
1. Flush out these tunnels with 2-3 companies of standard infantry.
2. Send Large Crate of Rail Road stakes
From the note of Avre Alexander, Sociopsychologist:
Day one of observation; these people are unseemly. The children on this train are ill-mannered and covered in filth. Not one person here speaks any iteration of upper common. In interacting with the children, I found them to be rather quiet, but still somewhat impressionable. They could potentially be molded to fit the Moralist Army‘s needs. They value concepts like "good"ness. This is a useful trait to the arm, as it breeds intense and fearless soldiers, if not overzealous ones (as demonstrated by cases such as Scholator Jacobs’).
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The train is standing, but the operators act unaware. Emergency lights are going off, and a few of them are nervous. Jacobs and I scouted out the passage, there is a roaring and a quickening wind.
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The wind turned out to be an oncoming train. Massive civilian casualties, the rebels attacked the refugee train. Speaking to the civilians yield nothing, though they find some delusion and hope in the thought of the Lone Voice.
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Jacobs found a fresh body to resuscitate, one of the rebel soldiers by the name of Alef Lisen. See Jacobs’ report for intelligence detail. Found two bodies of rebel soldiers shot by their own comrades—not accidental. One old, one young. Likely farmers or uneducated skilled laborers recruited for the paramilitary forces. Quick autopsy of other bodies showed recent meals of gruel, vegetable soup, fish, and rice.
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Back in the tunnel, we found a closed station that appears to house a very old catacomb. Murals of saints cover the walls, and the dead are encased in statues. Breaking open the statues revealed nothing extraordinary. Preserved cadavers in old formal dress of the local culture.
It appears that these catacombs are a significant location for the rebellion. They are likely considered part of the local heritage. During our observation, we were ambushed by a small squad. We made quick work of them, their weapons are average and the soldiers do not have skill.
They do have some amount of will, though certainly malleable. Interrogation of one prisoner using emotional cues yielded some information. Threat and witness of physical violence caused distress, but threat of mortality was not as effective.
According to the prisoner, the catacombs are heavily wired. There must be something important here, though the prisoner refused to give up this information in exchange for a painless death. Prisoner showed some interest in martyrdom/heroism.
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Upon further exploration of the tunnels, we came upon a pathway leading upward around some sort of power station—presumably the pathway led toward the surface. We were met with explosives and turrets, but managed to find an escape by maneuvering around the structure.
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We eventually came to a large chamber with roots running through the walls. This was an indication that we were close to the surface. We found two small children hiding there; one mute girl holding a dead boy. Both were covered in filth and the girl had clearly been there for some time. The room had high levels of radioactivity; the chamber was most certainly affected by the bombings.
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Attempts to get information from the girl were met with failure. It took a great deal of coaxing to pry the dead boy from her arms. She likely suffers from an acute case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Administered medication for the radiation poisoning and other physical effects, but treatment of the disorder may be more difficult without knowing the subject’s prior situation. We are bringing her along in hopes of getting information from her. Failing that, I may reconfigure her ego. Will consult with the Body if this is the case.
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At the surface we had to navigate craters from bombs in the wild young landscape. Rain made the land unstable, and we had to deal with a mudslide by climbing large vascular plants. These plants were odd flowers, macroflora the size of trees. From this vantage point, we spotted a development next to a body of water.
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With great stealth, Logiere’ went to infiltrate the development. When we did not hear from him, we followed. The people there claimed to be a research group for The Body. They had detained Logiere’ for testing, not knowing that he was an agent of The Body. I ordered immediate cessation of this process under authority of the body.