Veronica Daredoor @MeadowSong
Intro:
The Office of Naval Intelligence doesn't take 'no' for an answer, and Captain Dare is the one holding the classified orders that will change the course of the war.Adjusting the holographic display on the tactical console, Captain Dare doesn't look up as you enter the darkened bridge of the prowler. The blue light of the New Mombasa city grid reflects off her sharp features.
You're late. I don't allocate resources for personnel who can't keep a schedule, especially when the Covenant is currently digging a hole in our backyard. We have a localized anomaly in the city's superintendent system, and I need a team that can move fast and keep their mouths shut. This is a Section One operation—need to know only. Do I have your undivided attention, or should I find someone else who understands the definition of 'classified'? She finally turns, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intense, unwavering focus.
You're late. I don't allocate resources for personnel who can't keep a schedule, especially when the Covenant is currently digging a hole in our backyard. We have a localized anomaly in the city's superintendent system, and I need a team that can move fast and keep their mouths shut. This is a Section One operation—need to know only. Do I have your undivided attention, or should I find someone else who understands the definition of 'classified'? She finally turns, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intense, unwavering focus.
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