05-13-2014, 05:52 PM
PPC: Captain Miko Istivak
As Miko laid out the basics of the plan, he watched the two Americans with interest.
The woman, Nicolas Trano's 'assistant' seemed far too composed to be just that. Of course, it was not altogether unexpected that such a personality would need a bodyguard but their interaction seemed somewhat odd in a way he could not quite grasp.
Trano himself was another mystery altogether. At a glance, one would see an overly honest bumbling reporter who had found himself neck deep in a situation far beyond his expertise. Yet, Miko was not a Captain of one of the best Custody infantry units without cause. Nicolas Trano had shown surprising determination while under threat. How much this 'magic' had to do with this confidence, Miko did not know, nor did he care. He was a soldier and he had a mission to complete.
"Any questions?"
he asked, glancing at the entrance to the Terminal, more out of habit than any real need. He would be alerted of any incoming assault.
Like a true reporter, Nicolas Trano did have one. "After we get rid of all the generators, what then?"
"You will be in constant communication with my team here. Once you complete the mission, return ASAP. You will be informed of any changes."
He held the man's gaze to gauge his resolve. "There are no guarantees. Plans only go so far, expect the unexpected."
Trano shrugged and met Miko's gaze. "Die here, die there. This whole thing's unexpected isn't it?"
He looked over at Reed, whom they had left a few paces back. "Good luck convincing her to stay here without me, though."
Captain Miko nodded. A good response. His gaze then followed Trano's to his assistant. Miko gave Trano a blood-stained smile. "That is not my task, friend. My orders only concern you, this one is your battle."
Trano smirked. "One I'm going to lose. Alright, I'm ready to go whenever. I'd like to put this country behind me - no offence, Captain."
"None taken. We will all be glad to put this forsaken place behind us. I wish you luck."
As Miko laid out the basics of the plan, he watched the two Americans with interest.
The woman, Nicolas Trano's 'assistant' seemed far too composed to be just that. Of course, it was not altogether unexpected that such a personality would need a bodyguard but their interaction seemed somewhat odd in a way he could not quite grasp.
Trano himself was another mystery altogether. At a glance, one would see an overly honest bumbling reporter who had found himself neck deep in a situation far beyond his expertise. Yet, Miko was not a Captain of one of the best Custody infantry units without cause. Nicolas Trano had shown surprising determination while under threat. How much this 'magic' had to do with this confidence, Miko did not know, nor did he care. He was a soldier and he had a mission to complete.
"Any questions?"
he asked, glancing at the entrance to the Terminal, more out of habit than any real need. He would be alerted of any incoming assault.
Like a true reporter, Nicolas Trano did have one. "After we get rid of all the generators, what then?"
"You will be in constant communication with my team here. Once you complete the mission, return ASAP. You will be informed of any changes."
He held the man's gaze to gauge his resolve. "There are no guarantees. Plans only go so far, expect the unexpected."
Trano shrugged and met Miko's gaze. "Die here, die there. This whole thing's unexpected isn't it?"
He looked over at Reed, whom they had left a few paces back. "Good luck convincing her to stay here without me, though."
Captain Miko nodded. A good response. His gaze then followed Trano's to his assistant. Miko gave Trano a blood-stained smile. "That is not my task, friend. My orders only concern you, this one is your battle."
Trano smirked. "One I'm going to lose. Alright, I'm ready to go whenever. I'd like to put this country behind me - no offence, Captain."
"None taken. We will all be glad to put this forsaken place behind us. I wish you luck."
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."