"You mind distributing one of these to everyone here, Private... Donahue?" says the man, adjusting his glasses to read the Private's tag. His face impassive, the soldier begins walking around the table, distributing manila folders to everyone who is seated.
Having done this, the man takes a seat at the head of the large conference table and begin speaking to the assembled personnel.
"Good evening, colleagues. My name is Sergeant Major Stanford, and I'll be giving you the details of the assignment you'll be going out on. If you'll all open your folders to the first page, you'll see some of the last known coordinates of our quarry, along with the dates we obtained said information."
Stanford clears his throat, giving everyone a chance to skim through the information before proceeding.
"Unfortunately for us, said coordinates place them deep inside the Killzone proper, which makes Extraction a bit trickier than first anticipated. However, we do need to retrieve these people, as they have information that may be vital to ending the current stalemate we find ourselves in. Now, if you will all turn to the second page...
Thirty days ago, a small group of scientists managed to slip out of the base, ostensibly to go collect samples from a nearby way-station, but in reality to penetrate the border and enter the Killzone in order to find a 'cure' for the viral strain that produces the Undead. By the time we had figured this out, we had lost track of the group and were on high alert until we received a transmission from a border station along the Killzone."
Having said this, the Sergeant pulls a small tape recorder out of his pocket and places it on the table, pressing the PLAY button to let everyone hear the recorded audio.
"*Hiss**Crackle*...nyone there? This is...*Sharp whine*...an Blackthorne, calling in from Echo Base. We re...*Pop*...d a party of techs earlier, claimed to be working out of Al...*Hiss*...ase to go out into KayZee, calling to confirm, over?"
Stanford then hits the STOP button, cutting off the rest of the audio. Surveying the rest of the room, the Sergeant's eyes pass over everyone equally, settling on the papers before him only after he has glanced at every person around the table. Following this, he continues.
"Following this short transmission, said border station was overrun by Undead. We do not know the exact cause of the attack, or how in fact the station was overrun when it was, as near as our records can tell, in excellent shape, but the fact of the matter is that we picked up the groups trail again shortly thereafter. Unfortunately for both us and them, they had already penetrated deep into the Killzone at this point, and an extraction team was unfeasible due to increased Undead activity. If you'll all turn the page again, you will find dossiers on the leaders of this group, Iannis Velisarios and James Laxer."
Iannis Velisarios
Sergeant Stanford looks up again, eyeing each person around the table before adjusting his glasses.
"You have all been assembled here due to our computers matching your strengths and weaknesses in order to create the optimal team for retrieving either the team or whatever data the team may have gathered. You may choose not to go, of course, though know that you will be doing the world a great disservice should you choose not to go. It should also be noted that if you refuse this task, you will have your assignment changed to that of Frontier Patrol, seeing as we've been having serious losses due to the recent increase in undead activity."
Stanford gave a predatory grin, his face a picture of malice.
"So, are you in, or are you in?"
((And so with this, The Killzone begins. The basic character format is as shown, and please, use Hidden tags to conceal your character and make the thread look nicer. Assessments are the Military's perception of your character strengths and weaknesses. As soon as we get everyone to put up a character, I'll hand the reins over to Bush for his part, since i'll be cooking up some SEKRIT STUFFZ FOR U GAIZ.
Oh, and feel free to get mad at Sergeant Stanford. He is a douche.))