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."