Newcomers-04
Keith Lothal
Keith Lothal had been a content man. It was just another regular morning in Central when word came to him from the higher ups in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. A promotion offer, actually, which was a surprise to be sure. Still, looking back, it made sense. He had spent the past 3 years ever since joining the Cordiale when he had suddenly Awoken at 23, and worked as a combat operative. A footsoldier. He had been building up a solid streak, showing exceptional leadership and initiative during missions. His peers thought well of him. He was known for being calm and well-mannered. He could work well both on a team and solo. Now? He had gone from an above-average footsoldier to one of the highest clearance operatives in Central. Well, as high-clearance an operative could be, since they didn’t particularly need to know that many secrets, except for those in the Divisions or Task Forces.
He had been content as a footsoldier, living an ordinary (well, as ordinary as an Origin could be) life, but a higher position couldn’t hurt, could it?
And 7 hours later, he was currently on a flight from Central to Thailand. He wanted to punch his past self seven hours ago, accepting a once-in-a-lifetime offer without too much thought. Fuck. He had gotten used to repetition these past few years, of a same old, monotonous life, with same old, monotonous tasks and missions. Guard the cargo? Guard the meeting? Take out some troublemaking Origins together with a team? Yeah. Business as usual, but this?
Following the word of promotion, a few hours later came a second word. No, not a word, an order. Sent straight from some unknown higher-up probably working on some world-changing, top-secret project gone wrong. Fuck. And now he’s probably one of those unfortunate souls they picked up to fix a mess. Their mess.
Riana Brians
Riana Brians had been a discontent woman. 7 years had passed since she had first joined the Cordiale as a combat operative at the age of 18, following her late mother’s footsteps. And for those 7 years, she'd stayed as a largely solo combat operative. At first, things went well. A few promotions here and there, words of congratulations from peers and superiors. At first, she thought she was climbing up. Doing well. Fuck. Those fucking bastards. And her discontent made itself known on missions not long after. Lashing out against her peers, endless complaining on missions and engaging targets “aggressively”. Seriously, what the fuck did that even mean? She had honed her skills as an Origin, trained for the past 7 years, only to be treated like all the other, content footsoldier idiots. To say she had been discontent was actually an understatement.
Well, had been discontent. A few hours ago. Her whole world changed. A promotion offer. A fucking promotion, After 7 worthless years here, she was finally appreciated for what she was worth. Finally given a chance to be a part of something greater, not just remain at the bottom rungs. She didn’t particularly care where the promotion had come from, but when the same higher-up who had given her attention had sent an order to rendezvous, she didn’t think twice before jumping on board a flight from Los Angeles to……Tai- Thai- Thailand? Was that a real country?
Who cares? She certainly didn't. She was finally away from an ordinary Origin life. It was time to show some higher-up she could kick ass.
Newcomers-04
Keith Lothal
Keith Lothal had been a content man. It was just another regular morning in Central when word came to him from the higher ups in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. A promotion offer, actually, which was a surprise to be sure. Still, looking back, it made sense. He had spent the past 3 years ever since joining the Cordiale when he had suddenly Awoken at 23, and worked as a combat operative. A footsoldier. He had been building up a solid streak, showing exceptional leadership and initiative during missions. His peers thought well of him. He was known for being calm and well-mannered. He could work well both on a team and solo. Now? He had gone from an above-average footsoldier to one of the highest clearance operatives in Central. Well, as high-clearance an operative could be, since they didn’t particularly need to know that many secrets, except for those in the Divisions or Task Forces.
He had been content as a footsoldier, living an ordinary (well, as ordinary as an Origin could be) life, but a higher position couldn’t hurt, could it?
And 7 hours later, he was currently on a flight from Central to Thailand. He wanted to punch his past self seven hours ago, accepting a once-in-a-lifetime offer without too much thought. Fuck. He had gotten used to repetition these past few years, of a same old, monotonous life, with same old, monotonous tasks and missions. Guard the cargo? Guard the meeting? Take out some troublemaking Origins together with a team? Yeah. Business as usual, but this?
Following the word of promotion, a few hours later came a second word. No, not a word, an order. Sent straight from some unknown higher-up probably working on some world-changing, top-secret project gone wrong. Fuck. And now he’s probably one of those unfortunate souls they picked up to fix a mess. Their mess.
Riana Brians
Riana Brians had been a discontent woman. 7 years had passed since she had first joined the Cordiale as a combat operative at the age of 18, following her late mother’s footsteps. And for those 7 years, she'd stayed as a largely solo combat operative. At first, things went well. A few promotions here and there, words of congratulations from peers and superiors. At first, she thought she was climbing up. Doing well. Fuck. Those fucking bastards. And her discontent made itself known on missions not long after. Lashing out against her peers, endless complaining on missions and engaging targets “aggressively”. Seriously, what the fuck did that even mean? She had honed her skills as an Origin, trained for the past 7 years, only to be treated like all the other, content footsoldier idiots. To say she had been discontent was actually an understatement.
Well, had been discontent. A few hours ago. Her whole world changed. A promotion offer. A fucking promotion, After 7 worthless years here, she was finally appreciated for what she was worth. Finally given a chance to be a part of something greater, not just remain at the bottom rungs. She didn’t particularly care where the promotion had come from, but when the same higher-up who had given her attention had sent an order to rendezvous, she didn’t think twice before jumping on board a flight from Los Angeles to……Tai- Thai- Thailand? Was that a real country?
Who cares? She certainly didn't. She was finally away from an ordinary Origin life. It was time to show some higher-up she could kick ass.
