Vissei Kushkina stood at the center of a broad mezzanine, peering off into the ocean through the clerestory windows. The brightness of all the clouds and fog bled down from the horizon over the deep green ocean. A shadow lowered itself over the window, crepuscular light played through the window in its wake. The drone reminded Vissei of a short four legged grasshopper, only this one cleaned windows instead of ruined crops, the bright green foliage growing in the window sill only highlighted its resemblance of a spring time insect.
Annoyed by his partially blotted view Vissei looked down over the open concourse, this place was once a civilian airport, before it was found derelict by TriSeq and completely rebuilt anyway. There was something comforting about this wide open building, and it wasn't just the warm temperature controlled environment. Perhaps it was the equally wide openess of the airstrip outside, or that all the windows faced north, looking out over the broad ocean where there was nothing that could sneak up on them.
The muffled billowing of the wind picked up briefly, and then the sound of the threshold air blower. A man was talking with the soldier posted at the door, Vissei could tell who it was without the aid of AR markers, his obviously cybernetic body was easily visible even at this range. Vissei just waited, either Starshina Metzger didn't notice him or did and knew that Vissei would continue to stare off into the distance until everyone had arrived.
A few minutes passed and more bodies shuffled through the door. Starshinas Banai, Horwath, Cochrane, Fisher, Red, Aldaime, Fourleaves, and Ceron.
Vissei shouted down to them, it was quiet enough that electronic communication was unnecessary.
"It is good you could take a break from your busy schedules, please, come to the 'lounge' we'll talk about your day." Vissei waited for their collective groans, he loved watching them cringe.
After a short walk down the mezzanine steps and down a corridor, Vissei rounded the corner to the briefing room. An amphitheater style setup it was reminiscant of a band room, indeed the shape of the room was for optimal sound projection. Vissei had had all the chairs removed from the room, he preferred the more natural feel of the steppes when talking, he would always tell his soldiers that it helped ground them.
"Today is good day for you, lots of fun things, very exciting!" Vissei clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "Today we are finding what has happened to shot down planes, Dakotas to be precise, the same kind that brings us in new supplies and recruits every few weeks. Though these ones were carrying valuable cargoes over what we thought was unrestricted air space, heading north over Yakut and the arctic. We believe that the aircraft went down somewhere over the Oskar Peninsula, in Yakut. It is suspicious because many planes fly over this area, but only our client's planes have been targeted. One plane on a return trip was damaged but managed to make a broadcast before it went down. The crew has not been heard from since, this was 2 days ago so they could still be out there somewhere.
These crafts were all carrying unprocessed magical components of value, so this could be a major factor into why these planes were shot down. We need you to find one of the wrecks and search it for evidence of where the attacks are coming from, and stop those attacks, preferably be removing it.
Yes, questions?"
