The end of an Era?

[Wesker]

Outpost 415 Planet Wiesbaden, Jötunheimr (//Omega-54)
04/02/825 AS, 23:47

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The howling winds of Wiesbaden had only begun to wear at what remained of the Outpost. The halls were empty, and skies were filled with thundering clouds and snaps of lightning. The roars of the environment could be heard throughout every inch of what was left of the facility. Most of the Generalmajor's quarters and meeting room remained intact, the hangar and laboratories however had been nearly totaled.

Several of the guards lied dead in the laboratory, the hangar bay still held the Generalmajor's two personal vessels - along with her own body. As the winds continued to erode the facility, three "Heimdall" class gunships - escorted by a wing of fighters - flew over the facility. The engines roared and shook the ground as each of them began to touch down near the facility. Upon touching down, the doors opened, letting out several personnel in EVA suits. The wing of Odins continued established a perimeter around the outpost and began to circle around.


Spread out, start at the Laboratory, you know what we're here for. A thick Rhineland accent spoke over the intercom to the other personnel, upon entering the facility several utility vehicles exited the gunships. Each of the utility vehicles was carrying a variety of tools and objects, some moved out towards the shield-gate perimeter, others continued into the facility. The group entered the laboratory first, checking to ensure no nomadic materials had been stored there that could have survived.

The laboratory -along with the rest of the facility- was illuminated from the backup power, erasing the need to restart the facilities power immediately. To the group's surprise the laboratory was composed of weapons as opposed to any nomadic or strange materials. With nothing pertaining to their mission, or nothing of value rather - the group rushed to the connecting hallway. Upon exiting into the hallway connecting the laboratory to the Generalmajor's personal quarters, the group found the bodies of four guards on the ground. Four bodies, S.O.A, guards likely. A voice spoke up over the intercom, this was different, having a lighter tone. Mark the locations, Stasis pods will be dispatched as soon as we find the Generalmajor's body. One of the personnel squatted down to examine the bodies condition under the armor, removing the dead guard's mask and examining his face. Skin and muscle tone has remained intact it seems, perhaps the weather here doesn't decompose them as fast. The facilities emergency bulkhead systems seemed to preserve the guards. Apparently the conditions of the surface were favorable, however the gravity and small amounts of sharp oxygen would have attributed to their deaths - which they had.

The group continued into the Generalmajor's quarters, they searched the area top to bottom, scanning for any hollow points in the walls while kicking in room to room. The planet's strong gravity started to slow them slightly, the EVA suit could only carry them for so long in such conditions. She's not here, move to the hangar bay. The shield-gate will be up soon, once it's enabled we can begin repairing the medical facility. All of this will be for nothing if we do not FIND the Generalmajor, move! The voice was insistent, whoever was heading the operation showed quite the affection for a corpse.

The group quickly exited into the hangar bay, their eyes were immediately drawn to a large hole in the ceiling the shined down over some wreckage - it was the was the Anna's vessel. The group ran across the somewhat-damaged catwalk to find the the rest of the vessel. The cock was empty, opened actually; the ship was missing its right wing wings which were both located under the opening in the ceiling.
The attention of the personnel shifted to the bottom level of the hangar bay, the ground was barely visible in the darkness. With the hole in the ceiling attributed to the loss of lighting in the rest of the hangar bay, perhaps a circuit board or generator had been destroyed in the bombing. Night vision, on One of the personnel spoke up, the rest of the group followed, checking in as they switched. Immediately upon switching a body could be seen towards the far end of the hangar bay, the uniform was distinct - it was her. We have her, send a stasis pod to the hangar bay, lower level, immediately! The pod is on it's way, how bad is she? The examiner squatted down again, her natural pale skin made it difficult to tell her body's condition. Her skin remained none the less, along with her limbs. She's repairable, but I need to act fast. The man spoke with a confident tone, as if resurrection was nothing more than curing a child of a cold.

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