YEAR 20XX
Six recruits possible recruits find themselves in a unmarked cargo ship in the southern Atlantic. all six prospects have been pulled or bought from their militaries or countries of origin with a simple message and and a attache case with a sizable sum of local currency and instructions to meet at a local harbor where the mysterious freighter had picked them up, they were met with quiet cordiality and led to a small, but comfortable crew compartment where they recived their meals but where otherwise instructed to remain throughout the voyage.
Half a week passes and then a uniformed, clean shaven man with hard battle scars introduces himself as Hercules Beetle (a sheet of paper in the attache case informed the prospectives of the policy of code names) and lead the six to a high tech briefing room with technnicians manning various displays and worried assistants running back and forth with red stamped papers in trembling arms but then the attention is shifted towards the man standing at the operations table, He is easily six feet tall with his uniform leaving little doubt about his monsterous physique
"I. Am Antlion. The..Heh. "Captain" of the Seaborg, Our lil home on the great blue as some of our more rustic operatives like to call. Now, Lets cut the bullshit, We want you guys, yall have shown some promise in your work, And we'd like to hire you becausa that promise. So. To test out that promise...that little glimmer that drew us to ya...We want you to do a "Simple" operation for us. Now we know that soma ya arnt combat personnel but that why we have openins on our home base team. So we'll be watching you on both fronts. So now the basic question, Yall intrested? If ya are follow Hercules over there to our tech bay fer your proper briefing."
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