MPD Mission Log 1 (TZA)

Logs of the missions the MPD and The Enforcers take.

A Long Road Ahead
A blonde man in a buisness suit, accompanied by a taller, older man with greying hair, what looks to be his father, walk down a hall with various officials milling about, guards at their posts, and a brown haired woman walking besides the younger man with a clipboard, towards a central office down the hall.

"Is everything ready for the broadcast, sir?" The brown haired woman asks, hurrying with writing down last minute notes.

"Yes, Jessica. We'll be ready on time. The Annual Western Agency Conference will be on schedule." The younger blonde responds, adjusting his tie.

"Let's hope America and the MCCP have good news this year." The grey haired man grumbles.

"Father, I'm sure the MCCP will handle themselves." The blonde replies.

"I'm not so sure, Issac." His father replies. "As head of the Kurk family, I worry about that information and what it means for the Myths."

"What it always has meant, Issac Senior, sir." Jessica responds. "Problems. That we get to solve."

Issac Senior grunts, as the three enter the main office, with Issac Kurk Jr.'s name on the marker on the door.

Issac Senior takes a seat at the computers, while Jessica stands beside the main desk, where Issac Junior sits down, and begins preparing to broadcast. After at least thirty minutes, he turns on the broadcast toward the other Agencies and the invited government heads.

"This is Issac Kurk of the Mythological Phenomena Department, hosting the annual Western Agency Conference. We will have the call completely set up, please stand by for rollcall. Please be silent while we calibrate the system..."

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"Alright, at this time, the Chairman of the UEI should be signing in. The MPD will open the conference with his approval to start."

As if on cue, they get a response - a clean audio channel speaks out to Issac. "This is Samuel Windsor of the United Earth Initiative, signing in. I believe we're waiting on the black sheep, correct?" The Chairman's voice is stern but clear, soon after there is a third channel, filled with static before cutting to silence.

"This is The Administrator of the Mythological Creature Containment Program, I am ready for the conference." The Administrator's voice is much like The Administrator himself: Shady and hard to distinguish.

"Thank you gentlemen, at this time, may the other agencies please sign in. Representatives in attendance, remember you are here for advisory purposes and not-"

"I heard word that the Liberty Front has been placed on oversight authority, what is the meaning of this?!" A gruff, angry voice radios in.

Issac's voice is more than dripping with annoyance. "-Tucker Lariece of the United States. Mr. President. If you would be so kind as to sign off? In our previous oversight hearing, it was decided that the UEI would assume advisory supervision of your Agency after repeated failures to secure US borders. Do not interrupt again, unless you'd prefer disciplinary action to be approved."

Issac clears his throat, and just as he's about to speak...

"Why you..."

* BEEP!* Issac presses a button, and force aborts the US President's connection to the call.

"I'm sorry Samuel, sir. That won't happen again."

"Noted." Once more there is a momentary silence before Samuel speaks up. "This Western Agency Conference is now in session, we have a considerable amount to talk about this time around. Issac, if you please - You can start with your pressing matters."

"With our funding increase from a few notable politicians and the previous grant from the UEI, we've finished the first phase of renovating our agency, and we now have a full standing series of platoons ready to aid in anti myth operations. We have also finished rounding up candidates for the special operations task force we have named the Enforcers. We'll be analyzing the final recruit's capabilities in a drill this afternoon.

Our plans are to secure the North-East borders of the Californian Republic, as that has been a long term issue since Yellowstone, and to reduce crimes from human and mythic sources over the next year, using our ground forces, while our special operations team will handle the most severe of threats. Our plan is to achieve a higher level of security in the West Coast so that the MCCP can focus on the abysmal state of America's security."

Issac beings typing. "Also..." A diagram of a robotic canine like entity is portrayed on every present faction's screens. "The Mythological Phenomena Department is beginning work on a specialized Anti Mythic Unit that we hope to fully announce at the annual Security Expo in Seattle, with the remainder of our funding. Giera, the robotics expert we hired, will oversee this project."

"I'm impressed that your Agency has managed to do so much with the money. And as for the Unit, I am looking forward to see what it is capable of. Now, Administrator."

"Very well. After a successful scavenging mission, we had enough for prototyping new protection options for our soldiers for skirmishes in the wastelands. A lot of it made by our top scientists, mainly spearheaded by Maxim Cale. He will be coming to the Expo to demonstrate the prototypes. Despite the good news, we did have an unfortunate occourance at our headquarters."

There is an inquisitive response from Samuel. "An attack? Mythological I presume." He asks.

"Two attacks. We're sure that one was a organised prison break from a group of Myths, most likely within the Mythic Wasteland. But the other one was reported to me as extraterrestrial."

"An organized group within the Wasteland? That's... unprecidented. We will definately need to do something about the weak security in America if that is the case. As for the other... are you sure? Very little has been verifyed in terms of extraterrestial beings." Issac comments.

"Is there any evidence left behind of the assailants on the facility? The MPD would be glad to look it over and see if we can't pin down information."

"I also doubt my soldiers reports, as Myths can be varied enough to appear alien. However." Soon, replacing the diagrams for the MPD's Anti Myth Unit - Security camera footage shows two people fighting back waves of MCCP troopers using flames. "From headsets that our men use, we tried hearing in on their conversation but the language they used isn't like anything Earth has ever learnt. To add onto that, one of my top generals, Jonas - Was the first to come into contact with them, he explained to me how they were apparently lost and weren't even aware of what planet they were on, among other things."

The security footage changes to one of the prison break, it focuses on one person in particular. An individual wearing a mask and on that mask is a unique symbol. "This seems to be their captain, judging by appearance alone, I will appreciate further looking into history, both human and Mythological about this symbol."

"I will say this, there are few to no known mythic organizations of the caliber of taking on your headquarters known to exist on Earth, and Fantasy is so large we can't rule out the possibility, but they are unknown to the MPD's records. Though, and this is just a theory, that symbol could hail from beyond the Earth-Fantasy plane. Think about it. You run across one of the only documented alien beings in our history, and not long later, you're raided by a unknown organization? I think the two could be linked, even if loosely." Issac speculates.

"Though, if you can provide highly detailed descriptions and images, we can run a security sweep across developed parts of the world. If we're lucky, we could nab their trail again. Would that suffice?"

"I will have my officers transmit all security footage of that day, your help is appreciated Issac. And yes, that possibility of them being connected in some way is valid, but right now we are working on too little and I have my priorities elsewhere." The Administrator states, soon Samuel takes the stage.

"Now for the elephant in the room, America..." Samuel sighs. "I'll be honest, hopes aren't high but we can't let it collapse on itself, I discussed about giving the Liberty Front extra funds with the rest of the UEI but they're calling it wasted change. I had hoped to get your opinions on the matter." The noise of pages shuffling about breaks to small silence.

Issac rubs his temples. "Nothing good. The issue is more agitated than merely incompetence. Maine is the economic center of the US, being its only port. However, the heartland is resentful of the government's inability to protect them, while profiting from their agriculture and selling it off to the rest of the world. I have a feeling the central government will lose control of the plains and potentially the southern half of the country, leaving only the government aligned states. When this might happen, is up in the air. But I don't believe the United States will last this century.

It is a grim prognosis, but even though they were allies with many of us during the second world war, and are one of the remaining original countries from our old way of life, I don't think the US as is sustainable in its current form. Spread too thin over too much territory, with no economic power left to sustain it. The merging of the landmasses into Neo Pangea has resulted in a slow death.

We may be able to give it a few more years if we make enough advancements, but there's no settling the dissonance between the heartlands and Maine."

"So it's an inevitability... At least for its size, maybe if we can arrange something - America can have something similar to the Shielded States if they agree to downsize mainly to protect Maine if that's their biggest export."

"We'll have to see I'm afraid." Issac comments. "Other attending agencies, please forward your issues at this time."

At this point, the other Agencies discuss their plans, which continues for at least an hour, before finally everyone is finished talking.

"Thank you all for your time." Issac says. "We will convene as always at the end of the year to discuss how our goals are coming along. At which point, the MCCP will host the next meeting. Good day."

"Oh, and Administrator - You'll be pleased to know that the two you sent to our MCCP branch will be coming back within the day, they were a treat to have."

"Thank you, Chairman. I do have something to ask of you, I will have someone forward you the details but for now I would like to know if you'll be available in the near future to discuss my idea."

"Of course, there will be a notice within the week letting you know. But for now, this Western Agency Conference is now finished, good day gentlemen." Samuel's broadcast cuts out, soon after the Administrator says his goodbyes and his broadcast cuts out as well.

The various attendees sign out, and Issac sighs once everyone has done so. "We've a lot of work to do."

Issac stands up from his desk, and slowly begins to walk out of his office, a clipboard in hand and his preferred walking stick accenting his footsteps as he walks down the hall.

It's time to get to business.

Extent of Worth
Jim's short experience with the Administrator of the Mythological Phenomena Department was enlightening to say the least. He hadn't thought many people to be as capable as Issac had. After all, being able to halt bullets is one thing, to send them back at the attacker is quite another. Still, he had no idea what such a man meant by 'Would you like an opportunity to use your talents for something greater than a meaningless death in the trenches?' Was he offering Jim a job, or was there more that he did not understand?

Such questions go through his head, right up until the door to his waiting room unceremoniously opens abruptly, with Issac Kurk himself strolling casually through the door.

The man has a deeply analytical gaze, narrowed brown eyes staring at everything and everyone like a cryptic puzzle to solve, and blonde hair with a faint hint of curls, seemingly on the cusp of being unkempt. His suit, common place amongst the MPD as Jim found out, is black with a white undershirt and a white, scruffy collar, while the suit itself is unblemished. The man works with his hands mostly, no human under reasonable circumstances would win a punchout with the man despite his lacking muscular stature.

"Mr. Jim Smith... ...such a conventional name, truly a waste..." He mutters, before fully bringing the strength of his gaze to Jim.

"Mr. Jim. Thank you for coming. I'd like to formally welcome you to the Mythological Phenomena Department. As you've no doubt suspected, you're here for a unique job offer, but there is no normal interview process. You may agree to the test, but not the position you will have. That will depend on your performance in this matter. I am assembling a group of fighters to bring peace to the streets of West Neo Pangea. These Enforcers will serve as the arm of the law, of the Mythological Phenomena Department.

There will be a number of aptitude tests we will put you through to see if you qualify for either the Enforcer program or a position on our ground forces divisions. They will be hard, and you will have to use considerable skill to achieve the results we desire. Knowing this, will you accept the challenge? There is no dishonor in backing out." Issac appears to write notes on his clipboard.

On the young soldier's Texan Republic uniform, the only article of clothing he had that looked somewhat decent that morning, is his last name. He had put in his resignation this morning, and was hoping for an easier job, though he seemed just as happy with this. Smith looked at Issac, studying him, then to the ground. Then he sighs. "Sir, I'm ready for anything you want to throw at me."

More notes are written. “So long as I provided legal warning. Come along.” Without waiting for a reply, Issac walks out the door.

Jim walks close enough behind that he doesn't get lost, and tries to memorize the places they walk by.

Currently they are walking by a series of office doors, but not much of interest. They arrive at a elevator and Issac walks in.

”Tell me, what would you say is a person you can get along with, personality wise?” Issac nonchalantly asks as they start to descend.

"Well, I try to get along with everyone, but it seems to be harder with people who are... how do I put this... Eccentric in their beliefs, meaning they force themselves on others without considering the consequences of their actions. Seems to be how conflict starts." He finished the long-winded verse and looks at Issac. "What made you care about my 'Talents', if I may ask?"

"I'm more interested in the mentality of the people I'm investigating. It doesn't matter if you have unbridled talent, only that you have the mindset we are looking for and the determination to see that fulfilled. Oh, and as long as you contribute towards our research in some way." Issac says nonchalantly. The elevator soon stops, and he doesn't look up from his notes as he walks out.

Jim nods and follows Issac out but a flash of apprehension crosses his eyes. "What sort of research do you do here?"

"We research weapons technology, but our prime directive is to understand various phenomena that exist outside humanity's present understanding. Be it magic, or some other forces, we wish to understand and perhaps improve, through those forces, humanity's potential. I choose to believe that working alongside, rather than against myths, will help secure that knowledge we seek." Issac replies, a brief gaze drawn to Jim, not taking more notes.

"Sounds fair. I don't have problems with myths. I have problems with individuals instead. Judge people on their deeds and all that."

"That's good, because that's what you will be tested on here." Issac indicates the door just ahead. "Your first test will be through here. One of our Enforcers will be testing you. And no, we will not tell you what each test is over. That's up to you to figure out." Issac says, gesturing with his hand toward the door.

Jim simply nods at Issac and goes through the door, preparing himself for whatever is on the other side.

He sees a shaggy blonde haired male with cat ears and lion's tail standing in the middle of a very large white room, dressed in roughed up casual clothes. They turn their head toward Jim and toss him a unwelcoming glance, turning to face him. The male is rather young, early teens it looks like, but his musclar structure is nothing to scoff at. His yellow eyes gleam with cat pupils. He hadn't seen many, but he's pretty sure he's looking at a Nekomata. Or a werecat.

"So, you're the latest chump Issac picked up huh? Hope you're better than some of the other numbskulls." The cat person says with a just as unfriendly tone as his expression.

"I hope to be more than a simple chump. Judging as you are my first test I'm guessing you must be pretty important around here." Jim cautiously steps further into the room and stands near the middle of one of the walls, facing the other person the entire time.

"I have a rank all to myself." The Nekomata says, eyes following Jim. The entrance door closes, and throughout the room, pillars start to rise up, and the cat person begins jumping from pillar to pillar at high speeds, moving very quickly towards Jim. He realizes in one or two jumps, the Nekomata will reach him, and it doesn't look like he wants to give Jim a hug.

Jim slinks behind one of the nearer pillars and goes to duck towards the next one over, but doubles back last second and goes back to his original pillar.

Leo's impact with the second pillar causes it to smash into pieces, and he just looks at Jim, and rips a pillar out of the ground and hurls it at Jim's pillar.

Jim rolls out of the way as the pillar impacts and moves to the next pillar. “Sorry about that. You seem a nice guy but I can‘t just let you win. Gotta make it interesting.” He then picks up a chunk of rubble from the collision and throws it towards Leo.

Leo grabs the rubble out of the air and returns fire twice as fast and hard.

Jim ducks behind the pillar as he throws another piece of rubble to knock the first one off course.

Leo takes this opportunity to close the distance between himself and Jim's cover, swiping at the pillar with his claws.

In retaliation, Jim grabs Leo by the wrist and attempts to throw him into the nearest pillar, managing to throw Leo, not before getting raked by his claws as Leo flies off and impacts, causing him to snarl, but seemingly had taken a surprising amount of damage as Leo seemingly has trouble shaking the hit off for a minute.

Jim rolls his shoulders and gives Leo a chance to breathe. "You look how I feel. You ok?"

Leo quivers as he straightens up, smiling with sharp teeth. "Ok, I'll admit, you're not completely terrible. In fact, that got my blood pumping, so I think...!"

Leo crouches on all fours, tail swiping, when all of a sudden, he is kicked away from Jim, the owner of the offending foot is a woman with long black hair in a MPD uniform, a sword sheathed at her waist. She gives Leo a scolding look before smiling at Jim.

"Greetings, I am Isa A. Lee, one of the officers of the Enforcers. Leo was testing your combat awareness and your ability to adapt to situations unfavorable to you. I have determined that you have passed this first examination, and I will be providing the second. Leo, be on your way and reset the floor."

Leo skulks off mumbling under his breath, a short while later the pillars retract, making a level field again. Isa extends a hand to Jim.

"I was told your name was Jim, right?"

Jim firmly shakes her hand once. "Yes, it is nice to meet you. May I inquire what this next portion of the test is about?"

"Two tests. Your ability in hand to hand combat, and your ability to adapt and react to mythological events. Then, a combination of the two for your overall combat score." Isa smiles.

"I see. Thank you for the heads up." Jim returns the smile.

Isa is about to place her hand on her hilt when the buzz goes off to her bewilderment followed closely by Issac’s voice:

”Attention all MPD staff! Samuel Windsor- -yes, THAT Windsor, is arriving shortly. Enforcers and staff are to meet in discussed lineup formation, Isa A. Lee, you are to accompany me to the front to greet our guest. Simon, please gag the cat so he does embarrass us.”

Isa offers Jim an apologetic smile and shows him how and where to stand as the agency staff begin to assemble before hurrying off.

Jim just follows his instructions silently and tries not to look out of place.

Isa in the meantime joins Issac as he waits at the front lobby, another one of the secretary staff filling in for Jessica.

”This will be your first time meet him, make sure you make a good impression today.” Issac reminds her.

”Understood, sir.” She nods.

An Unexpected Visit
"Are you sure I have to go to this meeting, old timer," Ark grumbles as the older man finishes fastening a tie around his neck. Patrikolos only nods.

"You are the proper head of Riot and thus you have to make appearances at meetings from time to time. That I was allowed to go in your stead the last time was a fluke," the older man sighs, pulling a comb from his coat and beginning the arduous process of combing back Ark's hair. "Perhaps next time you go off on a trip to the the country you blacklisted yourself from you can inform the rest of us."

"Hey! That was to-"

"I know exactly why you went and why you went as you did, but leaving without warning then radioing in after a large mess has happened is unacceptable, Ark," Patrikolos firmly reprimands. "There's a reason we aren't taken seriously despite the good we do and half of our members acting like lone wolves or battle crazed fools is part of that. As leader you WILL need to assume a more authoritative role and not just in title. That means going to meetings and actually dealing with the people you leave me to deal with and more."

"Fine... but I'm not talking about my heritage past my mother's side. Last thing I want is to be on a wanted list for power I didn't want or ask for thanks to a certain good for nothing..."

"That's fine, but I trust you know that will have consequences eventually, especially if the Crimson Reaper is seen causing more damage..."

"Oi, oi! That last time was that asshole of an Insecta's fault not mine! How in the bloody hell was I supposed to know it had corrosive lightning breath before I saw it melt half a city!?"

"You left no traces of it and also used lightning... if people see red lightning flash, go investigate and see a thirty story tall armored figure standing in the middle of a ruined city with a corrosive aura, they're going to assume you caused the damage and not that you stopped the city from becoming part of a sinkhole that would eventually be several states large. Anyways, you're going to that meeting and you'll act like a decent person the entire time and positively contribute while I take care of business elsewhere, my sources tell me that somethings happening out in the Atlantic and I need to check it out." The older man pauses. "This is an example of letting people know before you-"

"Oh sod off... I'll do it, but you'd better give a detailed report when you get back, old man," Ark growls, running a hand back through his hair and undoing a good portion of the older man's work. "Selling myself as a Kaiju expert isn't gonna be tough at all."

"Good luck, Ark," Patrikolos sighs before giving the younger man directions to the MPD facility. "If I hear that you messed up, you're doing suicide drills till you drop from exhaustion."

"Right right, I'll try my best, Now get on your way before you hurt your back."

"Brat."

"Geezer."

"Do your best."

"Likewise."

When Ark has reached the location indicated by Patrikolos, he notes the building is rather like a small college campus, unlike some of the other Agencies run by the UEI, it seems actually non threatening in appearance. A gate manned by a guard in a security booth stands between him and entry. The guard eyes him as he approaches, at first in a semi casual way but more cautiously as he starts taking note of specific details of Ark. He can briefly see the guard radioing someone before drawing his full attention to Ark.

"Can I... help you?" He asks.

"I'm here for a meeting with your organization's leader," he states. "Heard you needed an expert on all things Kaiju from my second in command when he visited awhile back. Hope I'm not unannounced or anything."

The security guard eyes him for a moment. "...Name and Organization?" They ask.

"Arkyle Linen of Riot," he states.

The guard seems to look through some paperwork.

"Don't know the first one, but the second..." He reaches for his walkie and begins calling someone.

"Mr. Administrator, sir? An Arkyle Linen from Riot is here to see you. Says he is an expert on... all things Kaiju. ...Uh huh. Ok..."

He returns attention to Ark. "So, Mr. Kurk is currently overseeing a exam for the last current spot on the Enforcers, our Agency's newly approved special forces. He says he can't leave the examination, but if you don't mind having your talk with him while he observes, he can arrange that. He also inquires when he will see the rest of your team, as he'd like to get to know them and introduce them to the Enforcers, seeing as we are allegedly going to work together, he figures both sides should get acquainted."

"The former is fine. As for the latter, they're currently out on assignments, but they should be available soon," Ark says.

The guard brings his attention to the radio again.

”He says he will send his secretary Jessica to fetch you. Please wait here until she comes out. He doesn’t want you unsupervised and mistaken as an intruder.”

After a few minutes pass the facility front doors open and a brown haired woman jogs out, clipboard in hand and glasses slightly askew. She skids to a stop and sighs.

”My apologies, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long...!”

Ark shrugs. "I'm in no exceptional hurry, with this being a rather last minute arrangement. I'm more apologetic that I came at a poor time." His eyes are noted to be brown and his ears pointed, but lacking scales. He dusts his suit off, a rather stiff one but he doesn't openly acknowledge that.

The woman, presumably Jessica, hurriedly straightens herself up. “Follow me sir!” She walks back towards the facility, trying to regain some composure and dignity.

"Just call me Ark, I'm neither old enough nor refined enough to be a 'sir'," he says, following. Hopefully they aren't all this high-strung...

She takes him to the inside, simple and clean white walls and marble floors greet him. Some rooms look like classrooms under construction.

Ark takes note of this quietly, memorizing the route they take in the event that he has to make a rather quick exit without potentially damaging the structure. He seems rather relaxed however.

He is lead to a lower level of the building, into a side door that leads to a balcony overlooking a combat training room, with what looks like a blonde nekomata engaged in battle with a human soldier. Observing the fight intently is a blonde haired man in well kept clothes, and simple glasses. Without speaking, Jessica walks past him and sits next to him, a number of seats including one next to the man is available.

The blonde haired man speaks without looking at him. "Mr. Arkyle. Please have a seat. Issac Kurk Junior, Administrator and head Director of the Mythological Phenomena Department. Currently Leo is testing the mettle of a potential candidate. Would you like anything to drink or eat? The tests may take some time, even with our meeting."

He speaks rather candidly, even in spite of the intensity of his gaze on the exam below.

"I'll be fine," he replies, taking a seat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isaac."

"And you as well. So surely, you must know of the predicament the UEI is in. We've grown in strength to be sure, and now once formidable threats to society are culled, if not procedural. Dragons remain a threat, but how do you fight what can only be explained as a force of nature? The Kaiju hinder us, so often when we are close to a major milestone. Take Seattle. We were close, so very close to modernizing our navy here, not only offering military security, but economic as well."

Issac takes out a picture of the site, and after Ark sees it for a moment, he shows Ark a very different picture. The entire coastal area of the city leveled in twisted steel and rubble.

"The area recovered, but we've never fully regained control of that area, and it remains infested with crime and dangerous myths. It is this area we seek to secure but... we have no idea if or when the next threat will strike." Issac looks at Ark for the first time.

"I don't want to see it happen, not again, and not on my watch." Issac speaks firmly, but also hinting at a faint fear of failure, of something completely out of his control.

"Kaiju, I can teach you to deal with. Dragons are a bit different," Ark says, studying the images. He draws forth an old notebook and sets it down. "These are the basics on them. Nothing too detailed because any more than that is asking for trouble. Kaiju are all unique, but while they share some aspects based on their categorization, the specifics are unique to the individual in question."

"...Interesting." Issac says after examining the notebook. "Do you mind if I copy the information presented? I would like to spend some time analyzing it more deeply. Comparing the information with our existing data may yield surprising new leads."

"Go for it. Take note on the specific Kaiju I listed as Roaming. They're the sort there's not much of a defense against if they choose to strike," Ark states. "Other than recovering that site, anything else you'd see needing help with off the bat?"

Issac runs his hand through his hair for a minute. "We need to prove to the North Californian Republic Governor that we're worth funding. We were given this chance not solely because of our research, but our offer to stabilize this region. Our mandate is to expand the security and prosperity of the region, so we need to perform regular patrols of the area, detain and process criminals both Myth and Man alike, and attempt to rehabilitate them to be working within rather than against society.

With our limited manpower, we can't cover both the area we control and the derelict Port District. Aiding us both in raids against the Port District and patrolling what we have would be key aid. Also, this isn't expected of you but if you know of any Hyperhumans- -the public likes 'Superhumans' but the official government term is Hyperhuman- -that would be willing to have tests and studies of their powers done, or any that are acting against the interests of the public, we would welcome if they were registered and brought in. Our Agency's mandate IS research and development, as well as containment, after all."

"There's one person I can think of, but last I checked they were busy keeping an artificial island out in the Pacific, Lumina I think it was, supplied and running until the water and electricity situation there was resolved," Ark says after a moment of contemplation. "The Port District raids would be something I could look into and see about setting up a small defensive unit, whereas patrolling areas is something I'd be able to focus on until my second-in-command returns from investigating something."

Issac nods his head in appreciation. "You won't be acting alone, I can supplement your efforts in the Port District with one or two teams while the remainder of the MPD's Enforcers operate with you. Assuming of course, we have a good conclusion from the new recruit."

He pauses as a snarl from Leo is heard, and he turns his head to observe Jim slamming Leo into a pillar, causing the Nekomata to stumble.

"Better than expected, actually. We'll have to have Isa confirm his hand to hand combat skills. In the meanwhile, Jessica, please take Arkyle to our records room to go over the information we have on the Ruined Port and current operations needing to be handled in the Residential Quarter.

Furthermore, if you would be interested Arkyle, please ask Jessica to loan one of the residential units on campus if you need a place to rest. No sense in renting a hotel room or being out in the streets when we have a place for you to stay if needed. There are also barracks we can assign you, but you wouldn't have as much privacy." Issac lightly smirks, eyes still on Jim.

"I imagine you're one who values that, so says my gut."

"Doesn't everyone," Ark replies, a faint smirk ghosting across his face. "We'll get accommodations sorted after I've a grasp on the situation."

Jessica gets up and gestures to the door for Ark to follow her. "This way, Mr Ark. I'll show you to the archives covering the mission details."

Ark follows, eyes focused.

As Issac is watching Isa and Jim discuss the next rounds, Issac feels his phone vibrate and glances at the phone. When he sees the caller id, he answers immediately.

"Issac Kurk speaking."

From the speaker, there is a faint humming of what sounds like aircraft. Shortly after, a voice breaks through the noise.

"Greetings Issac. It's nice to speak to you so soon but neither of us are fans of being on the phone for long so I'll be direct; the inspection that we discussed earlier in the year is due today. I apologise for the abruptness but I will be over shortly, unless you have some other matters to attend to?"

"No, your timing is spot on. I will inform the other staff here. We will be ready for you. The next phase of testing for our hopeful recruit Jim Smith as the last Enforcer for this recruitment phase is about to begin. You'll be delighted to attend it, I can promise." Issac replies, already sounding a buzzer in the training room to halt activity.

"That's perfect, I'll be glad to see what capabilities your promising agency can reach at such an early stage. We will meet shortly, farewell." The final moment is of Samuel's voice being drowned out by the ever present hum of the aircraft he's boarding before he hangs up.

Issac then presses the intercom button and begins to speak. From outside, the faint humming from before begins to fill the air as a sleek aircraft unmarked by any brand or agency hovers. It lingers there for a moment then floats down to the floor. Once it lands, there's an audible hiss as the aircrafts door opens, a staircase hitting down.

From the aircraft, several men step out clothed in military fatigues and carrying rifles. For a few moments they survey the area before standing in formation besides the staircase awaiting for their director. As the turbines whir down to an utter silence, a man in a black suit, decorated in gold and purple and both the family crest and the United Earth Initiative badge steps down onto the floor.

He takes a looks at the building then walks up to the guard by the booth. "Hello, please open the gate - I need to see Issac Kurk." Samuel states plainly.

The guard's eyes bug when he sees Samuel, partially because the last time there was a visit from the head of state, it had been during the ousting of the former Administrator of the program.

"Yes sir, right away!" The gates swing open, and it doesn't take long for Samuel to see Issac standing at the entrance, along with a woman with black hair and the standard MPD uniform. A sword lies sheathed at her waist.

Samuel begins to walk and once he does, so does his men, all marching in union towards the two. It's only until the director is close enough to Issac that he raises his hand. The soldiers all stop and stand in a perfect line, Samuel looks at Issac in utter silence before reaching his hand out.

"Hello Issac, it's good to see you again."

"You as well, Samuel." Issac replies, taking the hand in a firm shake. "As you can see, the majority of facilities renovations was completed on schedule, the only thing that isn't ready to go is the class hallssituation in the abandoned Port district and the conditions of the streets of Seattle. I'll have you meet their leader Ark after we've had our introductions and observation of the Enforcers and the time comes for the facility inspection as a whole." Issac affirms, gesturing Isa and Samuel to follow him inside.

He lets go of Samuel's hand and gestures at the woman, stepping back. "Go on, introduce yourself."

She smiles nervously before standing where Issac was, offering her hand. "Isa A. Lee. I will be joining the Enforcers program as the first Secondary Officer. Mythological Phenomenon Department engineered Psionic Hyperhuman. I and my collegues are at your service today, Samuel, Sir." She bravely attempts to maintain her smile despite nerves.

"Ah yes, the Hyperhuman project. Issac has told me a lot regarding your progress during our conference calls." Samuel reaches out and shakes Isa's hand. "I will be looking forward to your performances today, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

Samuel then looks back at Issac. "It's good to see the grant money going to use, the facilities are coming along nicely. The sooner they become operational, with all the political matters and tensions in this country, the better... But with that out of the way, shall we begin?"

"It is nice to meet you as well," Isa squeaks a bit.

"Yes, I imagine my staff are already antsy enough waiting as it is. Jessica would have been here, but she is debriefing our recent ally from Regulation and Investigative Operations Team, 'Riot' on the situation in the abandoned Port district and the conditions of the streets of Seattle. I'll have you meet their leader Ark after we've had our introductions and observation of the Enforcers and the time comes for the facility inspection as a whole." Issac affirms, gesturing Isa and Samuel to follow him inside.

Straight away, the old laboratory set up at the front has been revamped into a larger open entrance hall, straight ahead are flights of stairs going up and down to lower and higher floors, while a single elevator sits between them. Off to their left, rooms under renovation, likely the rehabilitation and education centers can be seen, styled very much like classrooms you would find anywhere else, the right seems to lead to smaller scale laboratories and personnel quarters.

Samuel notes that the outside and inside have unquestionably changed to promote a soothing, calm atmosphere, not unlike a university. Were it not for being the head of the UEI himself, he could almost see himself not even realizing this was an Agency central headquarters.

Samuel raises an eyebrow when looking at Issac. "Regulation and Investigative Operations Team... From the call we had, I suspected you didn't have other obligations at the moment." His attention is then drawn to the general decor and atmosphere. "Hmm, looks more like a college hangout than a UEI endorsed agency, must make morale an easy thing to uphold when everything feels at ease."

"Jessica is handling it, if not for her and Mira I'd be swamped with paperwork and planning, let alone meetings. They free me to focus on critical matters when the need arises. Less an obligation and more goings on. And indeed. I felt it important that our image be one that the public could identify with, Myth or Man. Who would willingly approach barbed wire fences and mounted machine guns?

If we're going to gain the trust of others, we need to be approachable." Issac takes the stairs down, a sign indicating that they are entering the Armament Division is seen overhead, with notable locations listed, including the training hall. After reaching the bottom of the flight of stairs, a checkpoint station is reached and Issac dismissively has the doors overrided, they pass through with no incident.

Reaching the doors where the hall is located behind, Issac pauses.

"We'll greet the staff and properly introduce the Enforcers, and then we'll take our seats in the observation room." Issac indicates the small stairway off to side of the doors.

"So this is where I'll be meeting your culmination of research and focus? I recall you saying that there is a recruit trying for the part of an Enforcer... Jim Smith, if I'm not mistaken." Samuel smiles, albeit for just a moment. "I have to say, I'm quite excited to see this."

"I am glad. Especially once you see who will be testing him next. Enough talking though, everyone must be anxious." With that he steps through the doors as they open, Isa walking swiftly to join the rest of the staff, all lined up in an orderly manner. Issac walks to the center of the white training hall, turning to address the staff while Samuel stands just outside the room.

"I know you all must be anxious, so without further adieu, Samuel Windsor, our benefactor who has given this Agency new life. Please give him your full attention and respect." Issac gestures for Samuel to come in and introduce himself.

With his hands behind his back, his posture straight, Samuel walks up and stands beside Issac. Quietly shifting his eyes at each of the Enforcers.

"First, I will apologise for showing up out of the blue like this, I probably would have attended to the MCCP's inspection first but I personally believed it was of more importance to see where exactly my money was going. And I have to say that so far I have been satisfied with what I've seen. I was right in replacing your old director with someone who has an unbridled passion and faith in this agency." Samuel's gaze seems to fixate on a point.

"And I hope that the same sense of determination and drive is within each one of you that stands here. The Enforcers - a project designed from the ground up to be the golden standard for task forces worldwide, each person here has a duty to uphold to its fullest, to do so otherwise isn't just a disservice to Issac or I. But to humanity, to the world that we have all taken responsibility to make the best of... However with that downtrodden remark. I am keeping a close eye on how this program evolves, good luck with your fight. The United Earth Initiative wishes you the best. And I personally will be cheering you on."

Issac looks at the staff members gathered as well. "You may not fight on the front lines, but your research, your studies, the paperwork and data processing, to facility maintenance, all of your work is vital to our success here as well. Do not be envious of the Enforcers, for your parts are just as important. You are all dismissed, return to your duties."

Once the staff have dispersed, he looks upon the Enforcers. "We will now introduce the Enforcers themselves. Isa has already introduced herself, so we will turn to Simon L. Johnson."

A tall grey haired man in his thirties, 6' 2'', wearing a modified form of the MPD uniform in the form of a long coat with fur lining along the collar steps forward. Strapped to his back is a monstrously sized metal halberd.''

"Senior Officer Simon L. Johnson. Age thirty four, former occupation was Maine Police Officer, Sergeant. I joined the Enforcers for a chance to follow a cause I could believe in. I will do my utmost to fulfil expectations."

"Pleased to meet you Officer, thank you for your previous previous duties."

A woman with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing a combat form of the MPD uniform and a rifle on her back steps forward, appearing to be in her late 20's. She has a somewhat serious air about her, not as open as some of the others.

"Elite Officer Aracelis Evans. I assume you remember Issac having requested clearing me for service. I wish that I could still call England my home, but my family and peers shunned me for my beliefs. For now, the Californian Republic is my home. I hope to exceed all expectations and prove the value of my beliefs." She says curtly.

She glances at the blonde nekomata with ragged blue tunic about to step up and interjects:

"Oh, and this is Leonardius Nevite. Otherwise known as Dishonorable Junior Officer Leo. Rank is aforementioned. He's gagged because you might have heard in his profile that he's a bit of a wild animal when it comes to manners and obeying the chain of command." She indicates his heavily gagged mouth, to which the aggravated nekomata can be heard angrily attempting to retort, thankfully completely muffled.

Leo can see Samuel smile at him. "A wildcard can make for a chaotic... And effective factor in your missions, yes I read the files before I arrived."He then looks at Aracelis. "I do remember the call, I apologise for your chain of luck but I can assure you're in better hands, do us proud."

A white-haired man in military fatigues nods his head sharply as Samuel's gaze lands on him. "Jim Smith, currently trying for the position of Junior Officer." He continues standing to attention after his brief introduction.

"Ah yes, the new recruit from the Russian military - I hope you're feeling welcomed here. I've been told that the change of services can be... Problematic for others who have transferred. I'll be looking forward to see if you can get the position"

Charting A Sea of Steel
Jessica leads Ark to a small records room and begins assembling a collection of files.

"Thus far we have been able to accurately map about 65% of the Abandoned District, but only a marginal amount of mapping has been done inside structures and buildings. You'd ask, 'don't you have records of the old city layout?', but the issue is, nothing is the same there. Take a look."

Jessica lays out a printout of what appears to be Seattle's city layout, including the port side. She then however brings out a second printout which appears to be a scan of the same port region, but he notes something peculiar.

The coastline itself is completely different, extending further out than the original layout, while it looks like where the border of the port and commercial ward was has been elevated into a rift with both sides of it raised like mountains, before becoming a sheer drop off between the two slopes, twisted and snapped bridges and roads are strewn across the scanned image.

A second rift zone runs between the center of the district and its north and south edges, said edges are warped and appear to have been liquefied and pulled toward the coast and the border of the commercial ward. The buildings in these areas are twisted and warped in greatly unnatural ways, as though liquefied and blown to either side, then hardened into spiraling spires.

In the center, the most intact part of the region, the layout is vaguely similar but a massive spiraling structure of metal rises up as though a vortex erected as a monument to the power of the monster responsible for this attack. Ark notices that the scans are incomplete around the spiral structure, and the inside of the rift areas are completely unknown as well, while all of the buildings within the center of the region are unexplored, same for the beachlines. The layouts and roads are mazelike due to the extent of rubble that blocks many streets, only a few roads travel all the way through the nightmarish landscape.

Jessica smiles grimly. "You see why we have had so much issue accessing, let alone navigating that place, yes? Our drones get destroyed by unknown forces when we approach the anomalous areas."

Ark looks at the scenery for a moment then sighs. "It's like someone layered part of another realm there and warped the initial area to fit a mold. I've an idea or two who to send that way to investigate the area. I'll contact them shortly, but in the meantime show me how extensive the area needing to be patrolled is." He breathes. "Mr. Kurk mentioned raids from the port area. Could you detail those as well, unless I misinterpreted his words."

"There are video recordings, few and sparse, that show what appears to be a beam fired from the entity that attacked the port. This beam seemed to melt anything it touched, including the ground itself, within seconds of contact. Additionally, this being that defies conventional explanation, appeared to attract metal and earthen materials to it, as a means of supplying this beam.

As for the raids, we don't have a secure stronghold in the area, save for the reclaimed South Inner Port. That is the only land access point beyond the installed East to West Tunnel gate. While occasional Myth attacks occur in the South Inner Port from the North Outer Port, our intention with the raids is to launch sting operations into the North Port and secure holdings, while banishing hostile forces from the area and negotiating peace with reasonable ones.

The ultimate goal of the raids is to retake the whole district." Jessica then shows Ark a map of the controlled areas of the city.

"The areas we most aggressively must patrol are the South Inner Port and the Old Commercial Ward, which borders the North Port." She points them out and their most active areas of concern, while explaining trends in the rest of the city.