Landon
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(Music.)
A small whirr of mechanical gadgets and gizmos hiss out of the hulking monitor of alien technology, a simple reaction to the series of buttons pressed by the user. The screen lights up blue with the familiar empire's logo, as text reads.
<:: INSERT BIOSIGNAL TO CONTINUE. ::>
The sounds of rustling could be heard from the user, followed by a victorious beep-- signaling the user did as told correctly.
<:: BIOSIGNAL RECOGNIZED. WELCOME, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED? ::>
A series of metallic clacking rings out down the empty corridors, as the keypad is interacted with. Soon enough, the name is typed out-- and the computer responds.
<:: RECOVERING DATA FOR: STRICKLAND, ALEXANDER. ::>
A 'hmph' escapes the lips of the user, as the machine does its job... ever so slowly comprehending a mass of coding to get the intel needed.
<:: STRICKLAND, ALEXANDER FOUND. UPLOADING DATA. ::>
The screen changes...
<:: PHYSICAL INFORMATION ::>A small whirr of mechanical gadgets and gizmos hiss out of the hulking monitor of alien technology, a simple reaction to the series of buttons pressed by the user. The screen lights up blue with the familiar empire's logo, as text reads.
<:: INSERT BIOSIGNAL TO CONTINUE. ::>
The sounds of rustling could be heard from the user, followed by a victorious beep-- signaling the user did as told correctly.
<:: BIOSIGNAL RECOGNIZED. WELCOME, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED? ::>
A series of metallic clacking rings out down the empty corridors, as the keypad is interacted with. Soon enough, the name is typed out-- and the computer responds.
<:: RECOVERING DATA FOR: STRICKLAND, ALEXANDER. ::>
A 'hmph' escapes the lips of the user, as the machine does its job... ever so slowly comprehending a mass of coding to get the intel needed.
<:: STRICKLAND, ALEXANDER FOUND. UPLOADING DATA. ::>
The screen changes...
AGE: 50 YEARS OLD
SEX: MALE
ETHNICITY: CAUCASIAN
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 156 LBS ECTOMORPH
<:: GENERAL INFORMATION ::>
BIOLOGICAL NAME: ALEXANDER STRICKLAND
PLACE OF BIRTH: SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
CURRENT RESIDENCE: CITY-21
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL
CURRENT OCCUPATION: TIER-5 COLLABORATOR
STATUS: MISSING
<:: UPLOADING VISUAL DEPICTION. ::>
<:: WARNING. THE FOLLOWING DATA IS SEVERELY CORRUPTED, AND MAY POSSIBLY HOLD SOCIO-INFECTED INFORMATION. THE PROBLEM IS BEING RESOLVED, AND IT IS RECOMMENDED TO NOT PROCEED FORWARD IF YOU ARE NOT OF AUTHORIZED CLEARANCE. ::>
<:: DO YOU ACCEPT THE RISK OF SOCIO-INFECTION, AND ARE OF AUTHORIZED CLEARANCE TO CONTINUE? ::>
The message garnered slightly-irritated mumbles from the user, as they tapped away at a response.
<:: ACKNOWLEDGED. UPLOADING CORRUPTED FILES. ::>
<:: WARNING. THE FOLLOWING DATA IS SEVERELY CORRUPTED, AND MAY POSSIBLY HOLD SOCIO-INFECTED INFORMATION. THE PROBLEM IS BEING RESOLVED, AND IT IS RECOMMENDED TO NOT PROCEED FORWARD IF YOU ARE NOT OF AUTHORIZED CLEARANCE. ::>
<:: DO YOU ACCEPT THE RISK OF SOCIO-INFECTION, AND ARE OF AUTHORIZED CLEARANCE TO CONTINUE? ::>
The message garnered slightly-irritated mumbles from the user, as they tapped away at a response.
<:: ACKNOWLEDGED. UPLOADING CORRUPTED FILES. ::>
RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION
CITY-21: "Too many horrible, horrible memories. I hope to never return to this cesspool of alien monsters. The mere thought of this place keeps me up at night, every day. What I did in this city, what happened in this city, stays in this city. This place is hell."
CITIZENS: "Dirty commoners. They think they'll ever get close to the prestigious rank I carry? Ha! I'd like to see those nobodies try."
VORTIGAUNTS: "Why do they even allow these things to stay here? If it were up to me, they'd be on the nearest shuttle back to whatever demon spawn planet they crawled out of. Though, they make good housekeeping. That's all they're good for, anyhow."
CIVIL PROTECTION: "Our so-called 'protectors'. A bunch of shams, that's what they are. Leave me for dead, will they? We'll just see about that. Take the officers with 12 gauge through their skulls, outside the gun store, as a reminder, Strickland will NOT be treated like this!"
OVERWATCH TRANSHUMAN ARM: "I used to believe you to be terrifying. However, after skirmishing it out with a squadron of your men... I don't believe it to be the case. At least, you guys are nothing compared to the alien what-cha-ma-call-it monstrosities you have under your wing."
THE RESISTANCE: "A bunch of disgusting rats, fighting for scraps down at the bottom of the food chain. City-21 taught me a lot about these fools, and they are not to be trusted."
THE MASKED SCIENTIST: "If I'm gonna be honest, you give me the creeps. I don't know if its the fact I know nothing about you, or the sterile yellow hazmat suit you wear-- the eyes are so lifeless. Though, you seem to know what you're doing-- and I need someone like that to survive. That fancy alien gun you have looks real shiny, though... I'd kill for something like that."
JOHNATHAN WILLIAMS: "Perhaps one of the few people I actually gave half a shit about in that hellhole. Hardly knew 'em for more than a day or two, but they were decent-- better than most of the people I've met down there. Sucks I had to ditch you, and the biotic, but that's how business works. Come find me, won't you?"
MOR'XIS: "You reminded me of the biotic that'd tidy up my apartment, back when things were normal. It sickens me that you're out of chains. You'd do much better with a shackle around your throat, and a broom in your hand. It was revolting keeping my thoughts about you to myself, but I gotta do what I gotta do to survive-- can't have you frying me with your lightshow magic."
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