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.

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.