User talk:The Envoy

Below are The Envoy's research files. Anyone wishing to offer intelligence or testimony on any active investigation, please contribute your findings or witness under the appropriate investigation.

Awwww, knock it off, will ya?

Dear Mr. The Envoy,

I'm merely in the upper left corner to hang out with the ULC. You're not the only one I hit with a bottle of booze last night. Be a sport and play along.

Love, Zombie Stomp

WAT

WUT? beeng

Investigation: MK BACKSLASH GEMINI ^{Status: Open}

Inquiry into U.S. Military assets utilizing banned Zerge Cloning technology, as well as general behavior of U.S. Military assets within city of Malton

October 8, 2006: Deposition of Pvt Walter Sobchak, Omega Execution Victim

If you want my testimony here it is. This is not 'nam, this is urban dead, there are rules. As a survivor I kill zeds and I'm fairly indiscriminate about it. However, I do tend to avoid revive points and never attack zeds at revive points that are clearly marked as such. This so called Omega company claims I attacked them at an official revive point, even though at that time there was no official revive point listed for Shearbank on the wiki site (this has since been updated) and, again, I don't kill people at clearly marked revive points.

Normally, this Omega company would be entering a world of pain... a world of pain. However, there are clearly quite a few of them (I was attacked by no less than four of their ranks) and as an unattached survivor (I don't have The Dude with me) I don't have time or ability to take them on... fucking amateurs. Especially with the Big Bash moving through. However, these Nazis clearly need to be stopped and if this testimony helps with that, all the more power to you. -- Pvt Walter Sobchak 8:46 EDT, 8 October 2006

Findings

Investigator The Envoy was witness to Sobchak execution in Stickling Mall. Found administration of execution and sentence punctuated with the words "Omega Company ... BITCH!" unbecoming of members of U.S. Military. In course of investigation The Envoy found some members of Omega Company USCMC may be Zerge Cloning products, at least Omega apparent leader, PFC Lockwood, and one Sam "Serious" Stone. PFC Lockwood, the apparent "alpha" of this Zerge binary, has been invited to cooperate in his and his unit's investigation.

October 11, 2006: Report received from Omega Company, USCMC re: Sobchak Execution

G5/Civil Affairs, Omega Company, USCMC: For Immediate Release

Final Report on summary justice served against Pvt Walter Sobchak for ROE violation in the Malton City Emergency Zone Area of Operations: Conclusions

Executive Summary: Incidents of fratricide between members of the U. S. Armed Forces are always to be deeply regretted whenever they occur. During the current crisis in Malton the city has become a free fire zone where the possibility of such "friendly fire" incidents is worryingly high. As such, Omega Company personnel have made every effort to ensure clear communication and coordination between other U. S. assets and the local civilian population to avoid such incidents occuring. The primary means to achieve this has been the use of IR spray painting of graffiti tags to mark areas under military control.

Omega Company strongly denies all charges of the use of excessive force by any of its personnel or conduct unbecoming members of the U. S. Armed Forces during operations to protect the ad hoc Revivification Point (RP) at Dunham Way in late September. Omega Company personnel have witnessed and been victim to many violations of the Rules of Engagement (ROE) prohibiting fires at RP locations. In light of what has clearly been a breakdown in military discipline and civilian law and order across Malton, Omega Company has adopted a policy of Kill-on-Sight (KOS) to deter further unprovoked attacks as part of measures to restore security.

By his own testimony Pvt Walter Sobchak has admitted to conducting a hasty ambush against unrevived U. S. personnel at Dunham Way RP in full knowledge that it was under military control as indicated by a graffiti tag. This act is clearly defined as "Assault with a dangerous weapon [...] likely to produce death" under Article 128, 10 U.S.C. [section] 928 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, and is punishable by the maximum sentence of death. Omega Company has determined that honour has been satisfied in this matter following the carrying out of sentence by summary justice. The KOS order given for Pvt Walter Sobchak has now been rescinded and this case is now considered closed.--PFC Toni Reyes ^USCMC 14:19, 11 October 2006 (BST)

Findings

Omega Company is participating in investigation, offering their justification for the Sobchak execution. Further investigation and inquiry need be made to clarify discrepency between Sobchak and Omega records. Omega account claims Sobchak was aware of military revive point, whereas Sobchak's testimony, admits to killing a zombified Omega personnel but implies the revive point in question was not clearly marked.

Further, U.S. policy does not consider zombies human being with rights protected under civilian or military justice codes. While Zombies "willingly" entering Revival Points may have some sort of "drive" toward humanity, they are no longer human. They are dead in the eyes of U.S. law. At worse, the investigation currently leans to Sobchak's possible guilt in the desecration of a U.S. corpse, but given the environment in Malton, this would surely not constitute a capital offense. Again, while this aspect of the investigation is still open, it seems advisable in the future that Omega personnel communicate with offenders and seek an apology rather than firearm justice.

Of higher concern still is the allegation of Zerge Cloning technology being employed to develop Omega's ranks, allegations which are yet to be answered by Omega Company. --The Envoy 15:06, 11 October 2006 (BST)

October 12, 2006: Deposition of PFC Lockwood

Omega Company will continue to act on the Article 128, 10 U.S.C. [section] 928 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice and all other articles therin. We follow the Justice system to the book. Omega Company would like to restate that the company has nothing to do with any ‘clone soldiers’ and denies any knowledge of their existence in matters of state or otherwise. We also ask that in this time of political and world turmoil that the people of Malton cease their disagreements and unite to make a stronger Malton for us all. Thank you, that is all.--PFC Lockwood, Windsor Decado, First Fireteam Leader, USCMC Omega Company

Interagency Investigative Task Force has replied to PFC Lockwood's contribution, refer to User_Talk:PFC_Lockwood

October 12, 2006: Response to legal threats made by The Envoy

"Your mission is simple: Eliminate all hostiles at any cost, determine the origin of the mysterious signal, and contain this crisis before it spirals out of control"

That is our mission brief from Military Command. Due to the martial law status of Malton and the unusual circumstances surrounding the zombie menace Omega Company is fully within its right to neutralise anyone who gets in the way of the mission. These orders are straight from the top. With all due respect to whatever organization you claim to be a part of, (identification has not be given, as far as we are concerned you are a civilian), you have no jurisdiction over Omega Company or It's actions. You also possess no means to enforce your threats. Survivor casualties are regrettable but expected. If you continue to stop Omega Company fulfilling it's primary objectives then you will be neutralised. This is fully within our rights in the Martial Law status of Malton.

This is no threat, simply fact. We have the backing of some of the largest survivor groups (ACC, CDF, 4-H, STARS etc). Most of which are government organizations. I again request that whatever organization you work for cease it's senseless investigation and aid Omega in combating the unlife threat. You also do not have the power or influence to tell us what and what is not a United States Colonial Marine (dead or not). We simply run a response unit similar to that of CDF or ACC to deal with PKERS,GKers and revive point killers/campers. I'm afraid to say that our mission and information therein is above your security clearance. In short let us do our job and stop griefing.--PFC Lockwood,USCMC Omega Company

October 12, 2006: Response to The Envoy

Greetings. I regret that this investigation has turned nasty. I regret to repeat that if you continue to be a nuisance and compromise our mission in Malton then you will be neutralised. I'm sorry that this has to happen. We are under orders and until other orders are given we will attempt to complete our objectives as briefed. It is not personal, i admire The Envoy greatly; it is simply sad to see someone who could be of such use to the citizens of Malton wasting his time chasing the people trying to make a difference. I repeat that Omega Company has not broken any treaty or participated in zerging. Many groups have Alts in separate suburbs and if Omega personnel choose to use alts in Omega they must deploy them in a different suburb. This is a replica of the CDF policy used whereby personnel have alts in their 'frontline' and 'Malakim' forces. In regards to fighting the same foe; the Big Bash spans suburbs and like the Mall Tour of '06 alts often get caught up in the heavy combat phases of the engagement. I myself have made this clear to every member via PMs on our board. I have been a member of the CDF for 6 months prior to forming Omega Company. I am fully aware and have always abided by the alt and zerging polices. The Commanding personnel have made it a priority since the start to make sure that Omega Company follows these regulations; anyone found infringing is swiftly warned and action will be taken to repeat offenders. I hope that you can understand that our intentions are the best and we have survivors foremost in our thoughts. We also play fair. In the future i hope that this infomation will unite us and allow us to get on with our jobs.--PFC Lockwood,USCMC Omega Company

G5/Civil Affairs, Omega Company, USCMC: For Immediate Release

Official Response to Investigation MK Backslash Gemini

a. Regarding accusations of "Zerge Cloning" experiments and products therein being deployed within the ranks of Omega Company, no credible evidence has been produced as proof of such abuses. These would constitute under local statutes as being: "creating multiple throwaway characters for a single purpose". In this matter Omega Company makes clear that there is no case to answer as no proof of throwaway characters has been produced as evidence.

b. Regarding matters pertaining to the protection of the unliving at marked revivification points, it is understood that the Supreme Court is yet to rule on a legal definition of what does or does not constitute unlife. Under circumstances where the revivification of the apparently dead is an everyday occurrence, as is the case in Malton, it may be argued that life and death no longer carries any meaning when the two states are so readily interchangeable. Until the Supreme Court rules definitively in this matter Omega Company will continue to extend the same entitlement to assistance and protection to the dead that it does to the living according to its ethos of "leave no man or woman behind", and to maintain combat effectivness through revivification of fallen Marines.

c. Omega Company, USCMC, has requested the Judge Advocate General of the U. S. Colonial Marine Corps and the Office of Naval Intelligence immediately open investigations into the activities of the operative who has identified himself as The Envoy. Omega Company question whether The Envoy can exercise criminal jurisdiction over U. S. military personnel and seeks clarification on a number of issues.

I. That to date The Envoy has produced no evidence of an investigation appointing authority or made any reference to a higher authority as having authorised any investigation of the activities and conduct of personnel of the U. S. armed forces serving in Malton;

II. Has acted without due legal authority, including the deposition of witnesses, gathering of evidence, appointment of court officials, and threat of extrajudicial sanctions against personnel of the U. S. armed forces;

III. That The Envoy is working outside the remit of his brief for MK Backslash Gemini and the U. S. chain of command by investigating personnel of the U. S. armed forces, in a clear violation of established protocol that jeopardises the safety of combat operations in Mlaton.

An additional charge of improper impersonation of a Federal investigator is also under consideration.

Omega Company asserts that the actions of The Envoy undermines confidence in the inter-agency working relationship, and constitutes "griefing" in the form of improper interference with military personnel in the performance of their duties. Until Omega Company receives verification of identity and legal jurisdiction from a recognised higher authority part of the U. S. Colonial Marine Corps chain of command, any and all orders and adjudications made by The Envoy will be ignored.--Sgt Toni Reyes ^OMEGA 10:45, 13 October 2006 (BST)

Appendum: incident of release of classified material by The Envoy

The official position of Omega Company is that this act was both irresponsible and provocative considering the worsening security situation in Shearbank. Pressure on the Thin Dead Line is increasing as more Z's arrive in Huntley Heights and there have been reports of several TRPs across the border there being penetrated and ransacked by large mobs. This episode is an unwanted distraction while Omega Company, as part of its agreed battle plan with other survivor groups as part of the Shearbash, organise their defences in preparation for the expected arrival of The Big Bash proper in this suburb.

While the information The Envoy broadcast was available at one time on the wiki, It is not common or accepted practice to broadcast this kind of information on the open radio frequencies for fear it may aid the enemy in the targeting of facilities. This clearly acts against the interests of survivors by compromising such facilities which are otherwise available as safehouses for survivors and clearly marked on the suburb Uniform Barricade Plan and are maintained at such barricade levels by Omega Company Marines.

In that context The Envoy has demonstrated a lack of judgement at best, and at worse stands accused of performing a malicious act deliberately designed to frustrate or do harm to the operational security of Omega Company, and by extension the higher mission of defending Shearbank. It is all the more ironic that The Envoy justifies such actions by the Freedom of Information Act, while at the same time withholding all information as to the origin of his orders, under whose authority he acts under and to what his higher mission in Malton is.

Warrants will be served unless The Envoy refrains from further acts of this kind and focuses his investigation on groups who do not assist the human cause. Unlike other groups The Envoy has targeted with his extrajudicial investigations in the past, such as Ire-Awry S.T.F, who did commit acts of vandalism to the Shearbank wiki pages as well as alleged zerging, Omega Company has committed no such acts. We would ask the United States Interagency Taskforce and all survivor groups, to focus their energies on the real enemy: the zombies. (OCC: I accept that some degree of uninvited RPing is to be expected if you post on the wiki, but including Omega Company within your storyline without first clearing it with us can be considered as very poor etiquette. Out of courtesy we should be allowed to know what we are role-playing and what the aim is, otherwise the situation will quickly become unstuck as it has in this case). --Sgt Toni Reyes ^OMEGA 23:20, 18 October 2006 (BST)

Shearbank

Just to be clear, here's the part of your comment that was news:

Reports of all of Shearbank's NT resources being ransacked seem premature. Powered and secured buildings, including the mall and NT facilities, have been observed throughout the suburb.

That was correct (at the time of your posting).

Here's the part that was speculation and POV jabs (without any backup) at Shacknews:

Rumors that expeditions are being made back into Yagoton suggest either the Shearbank incursion is faltering, or Shacknews is spreading itself too thinly in its confidence. Shacknews has been "rampaging" (scarequotes) in Shearbank for over two weeks now. It seems their uncanny command and control, derived from who knows what occult powers, may have bet (sic) their match in the shear will of the disparate groups who have rallied to Shearbank's defense.

Before you make such comments about Shacknews motives and morale, you should read the Shacknews threads (which are, after all, public) where you will see that the original goal was only to ranshack Turner, Nibset and Gabe last night, but these had so few humans and fell so fast that our horde leaders told us to continue onwards to Plowright, Hawksley, Muller and Jeffrey. Once these fell, a group of 10-20 zombies made an incursion into Yagoton and sacked Serrell, then briefly broke into Whatmore.

So, the contention that Shacknews has "met its match" in Shearbank is just plain wrong. The contention that "resistance to the horde [had] been minimal" that night, is absolutely correct. Finally, to say that "the Shearbank incursion is faltering" two days after your groups' defense of Whippey collapsed is just hubris ;) I'd say we've pretty well rampaged your suburb, since you have to spend 20 AP just to go to and from a NT that isn't ranshacked.

Rheingold 21:50, 8 December 2006 (UTC)

Thanks, Envoy, for the edits. Although, to be quite honest, I suspect that moving information to the top of the page is more likely to provoke discussion than putting items below..... still, we'll see!--The grumpy axeman 21:02, 10 December 2006 (UTC)

Eric Harris Deposition

An Undisclosed Safehouse, Malton, UK As night settled in once again in the city of Malton, a figure climbed into classified location and looked over the sleeping survivors. A slight, anomalous smile crept over his face, and his gaze lingered on one individual using a briefcase as a makeshift pillow. Before the figure could make his next move, the generator coughed, sputtered, died, and shrowded the building in darkness.

The figure paused to place his pack on the floor, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a fuel can. After carefully refilling the generator, chuckling to himself as he did so, Eric Harris pulled out two cigarettes, lit one, and walked over to The Envoy. Covering the sleeping man's mouth so his intitial surprise wouldn't wake the other survivors, Eric woke the sleeping secret agent.

"Calm down man, I'm not going to kill you. I'm offering an exclusive interview. You want a cigarette?"

With that, Eric backed off, allowing The Envoy to make his decision. --Eric Harris 02:41, 14 December 2006 (UTC)

The Envoy sits up, takes his attache case and Harris onto another level of the classified location. They sit on stacks of empty fuel cans on either side of table too shot full of bullet holes and claw marks to be worth any barricading value. The Envoy pops open his case, setting up a digital video/audio recording rig. He turns the case to point it at Harris and says, "Deposition of Eric Harris, twelve fourteen ought six, USIT Station Indigo, Malton, UK."

"Ok, you realize this deposition is not an interview for a media outlet; and, like all information we gather in Malton, it will likely be archived in a classified facility accessible only to people with occult security clearance. That said, let's start with your background. State your name, nationality, when you arrived in Malton. If your arrival in Malton was after the zombie outbreak, specify how you got pass the quarantine zones to enter Malton. Then, describe your past and present activities in Malton during the present outbreak."--The Envoy 13:57, 14 December 2006 (UTC)

"Understood, G-man. My name is Eric Harris, I'm an American, and, well, I just woke up here one day. 14 September 2005 at 04:59:51 to be exact. In the past year or so, before my noted activities in what is currently Shackbank, I was just wandering around Malton. There are blank spots after which I found myself on my back in the street, and a bit of pain in the back of my neck. Random revives, I guess. As for recent news I was conducting a little campaign against the residents of Shearbank, most notably Stickling Mall. I called a short truce in the face of The Big Bash, and learned that fuel cans can be pretty hard to find. For the record I can't really say I've seen anything particuarly occult, aside from the impermanence of death here. At the present, with Shearbank in tatters, I'm wondering about my future in Malton. And a bit bored, which is why I was glad to find you here. You're a tad more interesting than most people in the city."--Eric Harris 00:53, 15 December 2006 (UTC)

"So you just woke up here? Where were you prior to waking up in Malton?"--The Envoy 16:30, 17 December 2006 (UTC)

"Hell, probably. I really don't remember. I do seem to like PKing in school buildings, for some reason." --Eric Harris 01:02, 18 December 2006 (UTC)

"OK," The Envoy reaches into the recording briefcase and pulls out a small device with an LED. "I'm just going to leave this thing on, pay it no mind, it's used to detect trace radiation from various phenomena associated with the 'supernatural,' whether you understand that as science or magic. If you've ever been z'd, it'll register something, but also things like alien abduction, lost time, etc. Of course, if ask, you've never seen this device." The LED screen glows computer blue and begins rapidly scrolling what looks like a lot of math. "To resume," The Envoy says, adjusting the recording case to compensate for the LED's effect on ambient lighting, "So you have this thing for killing survivors in schools. Care to elaborate, or perhaps explain how you evolved from that strict mode to what some saw an an all out war against the occupants of Shearbank? Were your actions autonomous? Sponsored? Is there a support network, personnel or otherwise?"--The Envoy 21:25, 19 December 2006 (UTC)

Eric Harris blinked momentarily, and shook his head. "Would it pick up thetans? Nevermind, that was a joke. I've already forgotten about it." He sat back, stretched, folded his hands, and grinned. "My little war, that didn't take long to develop. I killed a guy in a school in shearbank. It must have gotten me added to a blacklist, because I started getting killed in Stickling. After that, well, I was causing a general ruckus. Taking out the generators was, I think, the most effective way of making life a little harder for the residents of Shearbank. The PKing, that was secondary but important to keep up the image. I tried to hit more experienced people, I don't like messing with newcomers to malton too much. They'll usually get themselves killed on their own. I was doing it all on my own, random revives are what got me up most of the time. My friend Dylan was lost to the zombie hordes a long time ago. I think as a team shearbank would have had an even harder time of things. I'm not sure exactly what you mean by sponsored, but I've been fully autonomous the whole time here. I would like to note that I tried to help during the Big Bash's so-called assault on Shearbank, but I assume it wasn't wanted. It's ok, I understand."--Eric Harris 00:04, 21 December 2006 (UTC)

From the darkness in the far corner of the room, reflected light from the computer screen flashes off of a pair of black sunglasses previously concealed. a secret, shawdowy figure that had until now been seated utterly motionlessly leans deliberately forward towards the two at the table. His voice, low but perfectly clear and un-naturally precise, cuts through the night's stillness. "We find it hard to believe, Mister Harris, that you could be returned from death to your quest to disrupt the order of Shearbank so... efficiently by random chance alone." Almost as an afterthough, the figure adds, in a knowing tone: "And i apologize for disrupting this 'exclusive', but when we learned that the infamous Eric Harris was in the area, it was too good an opportunity to pass up." --Kaminobob 08:24, 21 December 2006 (UTC)

(ps - im bored, so i'd like to play along with your RP here. if you want me to butt out, go ahead and delete this entire passage, and leave me a note, elsewise, just delete this post-script to preserve the mood. thanks - KB)

I'm fine with it, I'll let The Envoy delete this if he is ok with it too. I was bored one day after

shearbank fell, and decided what the hey.

I'll delete this "permission slip" discussion in a few, but Kamino, fine with me if you want to "scoop" this; though I may just enlist you in the conspiracy. I'll probably transfer or archive the deposition under USIT when we play it out You guys may want to check out the USIT rumors section to see where we could go with this freeform roleplay.--The Envoy 21:20, 24 December 2006 (UTC)

Once again a grin came over the face of Eric Harris. "Well, if you must know, I noticed a few individuals seemed to keep reviving me, I figured they were either entertained by my antics, or actually supported them. In any event, getting a revive in shearbank wasn't too hard until the Shacknews Horde shambled into the area. My zombie memory is fuzzy, and I don't know the names to put to their faces, and for that matter I wouldn't divulge such information anyway. Privacy, you know." --Eric Harris 01:49, 23 December 2006 (UTC)

"Ah, Mr. Kamino," The Envoy looked to the new participant, and then looks to the shadowy "military reporter" as if to confirm visually that the "intruder" has brought something The Envoy's been expecting, also shifting his eyes to the radiation detector for additional confirmation. Pursing his mouth thoughtfully, The Envoy slides Harric a piece of paper with the scrawl, "We'll be getting to what we really want to talk to you about once we're sure the room's bug shielded."--The Envoy 21:20, 24 December 2006 (UTC)

The artifact.

"We may speak freely, Envoy. This room is quite secure" states the figure, stepping out of the shadows towards the table. "Hmm... i suppose i neglected to introduce myself." he adds, looking at Harris. "My code-name is Kamino, that does as well as anything else would for a name." he inclines his head in a minute bow towards both. "Regardless. Envoy, i have been directed to turn this over to you." a look of vague irritation creases his formerly expressionless face. He reaches into a pocket inside his suit. "i would have prefered to be allowed to handle this matter myself, but the Organization that i work for has been affected by the... disorder in the area more than we originally predicted possible." with that, he carefully places a small artifact on the table. "Whatever else you do to test it, don't run electricity through it. unless, of course you've tired of living." he looks past them, somehow managing to show sarcastic amusement without lifting his mouth from its frown. "though that may mean little here."

--Kaminobob 10:39, 25 December 2006 (UTC)

Eric Harris sighed. "I can only assume this is some kind of suicide mission. Whatever this is, I walked right into it. I can only hope you manage to give me the basic information before a member of PTT comes on through." After a brief glance over his shoulder, he continued. "They'll shoot me dead on sight, with their permanent Kill-On-Sight lists. Getting killed hurts, even if it's not permanent. So, if you don't mind my being curt, what is that gizmo, what do you want from me, and what do I get out of it? All I was expecting to do was tell my story, and maybe help The Envoy out a bit. Now I'm getting drawn into some metaphysical international black ops shadow conspiracy." Eric paused, and tapped the makeshift desk thoughtfully. "Though, it does beat annoying PTT." --Eric Harris 05:54, 26 December 2006 (UTC)

"Well, we already know quite a bit about you Mr. Harris. Based on this interview, I'd say we may even know more about you than you do, or at least remember about yourself. But you would be helping out. I won't try to sell you on any sort of God and Country spiele, since this is bigger than that. But you would be helping Me, Mr. Kamino, you.

"And this as far as classifications goes would be considered "vapor ops". Black ops, at least can be found in budgetary figures, if you have the clearance. Vapor ops don't show up anywhere on the government books, so the people who oversee government should never hear about them, that ignorance being in their best interest to keep their jobs and their basic sense of human decency and all. And no, it's best you don't ask where the funding for vapor ops overhead comes from either. That said," and the Envoy gently rotates the artifact, "I'll let you know what this is, to the extent that you need for the work we have you in mind for."--The Envoy 03:05, 3 January 2007 (UTC)

Kamino retrieves a small computer part from the pocket the artifact came from, and turns it over to The Envoy again. "This contains the preliminary data we've collected on it. And with that, my orders have been fulfilled." His face shifts to being almost impercetpably uncomfortable. "i have however, been assigned an unprecedented level of adaptability in those orders. i would be amenable to assisting you, providing that i am allowed to retain all data obtained." turning to Eric Harris again, he resumes speaking. "It seems unfair to leave Mr. Harris in the dark" he taps the corners on the device, and it hums quietly. "It is a Hive Core, Mr. Harris. An artificial amplifier of latent human instincts, developed for... less than ethical purposes by far less than ethical people. However, it has been found to greatly amplify the sub-human instincts, and even create what appears to be a rudimentary hive mind in the... partially deceased locals." He turns to The Envoy. "Sorry, its not the Zerge Core you were hoping for, but our data indicates that it is a related technology. unfortunately, that is all the data we have on it, and none of it was original. We took it from the orgininal creators, shortly before their... ah, why mince words. Their deaths." --Kaminobob 04:45, 3 January 2007 (UTC)

"Mr. Kamino, as you know from our communique, while I'm following the orders USIT is receiving, I'm more 'following along' to see where they're going than blindly following them to wherever on high wants to send us and the various other U.S. assets here. This Malton incident, and at least the U.S. players drawn into it, is far too convenient from some people under the Pentagon. So while my colleagues would likely prevent me from directly sharing any USIT information on this operation, I have no problem with you looking over my shoulder and asking questions if we in USIT may do so in kind. Perhaps we can consider this the first "open source" vapor op ... at the very least this sort of handling of classification schemes will throw the boyscouts in Omega for a loop.

"Now, Mr. Harris. This core in its current state can only provide diagnostics of its base potential, which is paltry without a host cortex. With a host...."--The Envoy 22:16, 4 January 2007 (UTC)

Eric Harris paused momentarily, visibly annoyed that he was being left out of the loop. "You guys can take your doublespeak and shove it. Give me the basics or I'll kindly defenestrate myself." He motioned toward the broken window, several stories above the ground below. --Eric Harris 03:02, 6 January 2007 (UTC)

Kamino's expressionless face shifts into a sardonic grin at the outburst. "If you'll recall, Mister Harris, you were the one that sought out the Envoy in the first place. Regardless, you want the basics? Very well. This is an excessively illegal and highly experimental piece of technology. We'd appreciate it if we could shove it in your brains so we can see what happens. The reality is much more complex, but i thought i'd appeal to your enjoyment of the simplistic." --Kaminobob 04:35, 7 January 2007 (UTC)

"Well, it's 'experimental' insofar as the limits of human engineering have gone. There has been a very slow, by 21st century fast capital standards, reverse engineering program on this device since it was recovered from a skull in Tunguska, Siberia in 1908. Certain parties around the world have been using the confusion of the Malton event as an opportunity to "incubate" certain projects and programs, figuring out exactly what this thing does, for example.

"What we do know. This clear casing is sort of a analgesic for cortex delivery. That is, if we 'shove,' as Mr. Kamino puts it, this thing in your brain, the process will be relatively seemless. The casing basically seeps into your skull and conveys the artifact into whatever cortex or lobe it is intended for. Did I mention the skull in Tunguska, oddly crystalized, was the only sign besides shattered timber that there was life within the area of effect of the event?"--The Envoy 15:58, 7 January 2007 (UTC)

"Are there any known side effects? From what you're talking about, theres the off chance my zombified self might control a zombie horde, the obvious death, this thing could take over my mind, or..." Eric Harris paused for a moment. "Hell, I'm getting shot at daily anyways. I'll do it, as long as The Envoy is the one to 'shove' it in. What do you need me to do?" --Eric Harris 01:35, 8 January 2007 (UTC)

Kamino pipes up again. "My apolgies, Envoy. I seem to have conveyed the impression that this was the original Hive Core. This is one of the reverse engineered versions you mentioned. Mr. Harris, i think you might feel slighted if i neglected to mention that this is a clumsy human copy of the original device, and may well turn your brain into a... how to put this simply... a rather shiny rock. Regardless, if you chose to continue, you need only hold quite still as The Envoy conducts the procedure." He thinks for a moment. "though if it doesn't work the first try, we may need you to shave most of your head. The exterior of the device will align into a ring and implant the central core into the divide between the two halves of your brain. Fortunately, as The Envoy, um... overstated, the process should be perfectly painless... unless it has been contaiminated. Or it was built improperly. Or a hundred other things went wrong. So!" he adopts an air of cheeriness. "how about it, then?" --Kaminobob 05:09, 8 January 2007 (UTC)

"Right," The Envoy says as he slaps on a USIT-issued pair of black surgical gloves, places a pair of special ops hairclippers on the table as a precaution, and hefts the artifact in one of his gloved hands, "So if you'd just be so kind to lay your head face down on the table here. I believe the recommended insertion path is to place the cube conveyance of the device over the spot where your skull meets the back of your neck. Neurological activity should trigger the insertion process. Do be a good sport and tell us if you see God or anything of that like. The scanning equipment is only so reliable."--The Envoy 17:34, 8 January 2007 (UTC)

Eric laid down and allowed the artifact to be attached to his brain stem. He was still for a moment, then shuddered. "I see spots, actually. Should I be expecting a headache? I'm feeling one coming on strong and--" Twitching and apparently unconscious, Eric Harris slumped to the ground with an audible thud.--Eric Harris 23:01, 8 January 2007 (UTC)

"Well, Mr. Kamino, I guess this is to be expected," The Envoy said as he stood, peeling off his surgical gloves, "So, do your people know whether we indeed have control over the orbital 'array' this thing is theoretically linked to? I knew some of the Air Force spec ops people who were involved in the most recent sortie that my clearance is allowed to be aware of. That is, I knew them when they were coherrent."--The Envoy 23:29, 8 January 2007 (UTC)

With a dry laugh, Kamino responds. "I thought you of all people would realize the illusory nature of contol in this world, Envoy. The array is functional, but we have no ability to command it, as your former comrades have well proven. It will serve us as it wishes." He pulls a heavily upgraded Necrotech DNA scanner and a revification syringe out of an inside pocket. Frowning this time, he continues. "Perhaps it would have been wiser to do this in a less populated building, though i suppose it is too late to worry about that now." He produces a pair of heavy pistols and proceeds to ensure that they are loaded, and looks down at Harris' unconscious body. "Do you think that maybe we should not leave him drooling on the floor like that?"--Kaminobob 08:59, 9 January 2007 (UTC)

"You know how many times this guy's been revived? It's not like he's new to that posture," the Envoy says, securing the clasps of his metal briefcase and shouldering his USIT duffle, "I'm not worried about the survivors in here. I mean, after all, if there is a problem, it's not like it'll be contained to just this block. I suppose that's one of the things we're supposed to find out. Infernal machines in the damned city. I hear another stealth bird landed in the stadium again, under the cover of the Xmas relief crate drop. Anyone, anything come on that?"--The Envoy 05:59, 10 January 2007 (UTC)

Kamino chuckles. "Of course i know how Mr. Harris is revived frequently. At the height of his Shearbank campaign, he was getting revived twice daily, which left me sitting behind a huge pile of Harris kill reports every weekend. To answer your non-rhetorical question, i havent seen or heard anything about a stealth craft, although i believe that is the entire purpose of the things." He pokes Harris softly with his shoe a few times, then wanders over to a window and speaks out into the blackness. "Of all the thing i detest in this damnable place, its the WAITING i cannot stand, even after all this time. Patience is a skill that transplants poorly." He looks back over at Harris and The Envoy. "Your turn to poke him. Not too hard, though, the scanner is running." --Kaminobob 06:41, 13 January 2007 (UTC)

Eric opened his eyes, and spoke "Well, a bit of a headache. How long was I out for? What is this thing hooked up to?"--Eric Harris 03:37, 15 January 2007 (UTC)

Meanwhile, not 10 feet away, a figure stirs. His face is briefly illuminated by the soft glow of a watch. He sits up, props what looks to be a guitar against the wall. He stands up and trots into the light. "What the hell is going on here?" says Joeph. "Why is he here?" He points to Eric. --Joeph 08:41, 20 January 2007 (UTC)

Kamino steps in front of Harris and looks at the newcomer as his face creases into an expression of extreme irritation. "Dammit." he growls, half to himself. "i told them to CLEAR the floor." He points at him. "Mr. Joeph. This experiment has is classified 5 times over by 3 different organizations, and has taken a great deal of time and effort to set up." he picks up his pistol, but doesn't aim it. "You have a very short amount of time to explain yourself." He looks back at Harris. "We will need to wait before preforming any tests. Just... try not to think about anything zombie-ish, like rending flesh...--Kaminobob 06:11, 26 January 2007 (UTC)

(out of rp note: i dont actually mind more players, just RPing a grouchy sort of guy. secondly, the artifact was implanted into harris' brains, so its not there to point at, Joeph. as such, i'm deleting that sentence of your message for continuity. please delete this after everyone has had a chance to read it. kthanxbye. yeah, anyone can play, just make sure it works in "continuity." I'm sure EH is ok too, but I'll leave this meta-comment up over the weekend)

"Also," The Envoy adds, without paying any attention to Joeph, "DO NOT think of God's hand from the sky sort of phenomena. Smiting mushrooms clouds, lightning output that could be measured in megatonage, that sort of stuff." Reaching into the inside pocket of the suit jacket he wears over his flak vest and pulling out a tube of Pillsbury Poppin' Fresh Crescent Roll dough, he continues "Here, fixate on the character on the label." The Envoy stoops under the table and finds a red cross organ transplant courier cooler, smirking, he pops the cooler open and finds an 3/4 empty bottle of stoli. Taking off the cap and sliding it across the floor to Harris, he says, helpfully, "you might want to pop the dough open and eat some, wash it down with this ... it might help with the drool. You do know you're drooling right?"

The Envoy takes another odd whirring device and swipes it in Joeph's direction, "Interesting .... Looks like we've been a bit out of standard space-time phase since we started this operation. Joeph wasn't here, I secured this room myself before I went downstairs to be "ambushed" by Harris. He wasn't here. I think we might be leaking time." The Envoy stops his sweep of Joeph and points his device to the wall past Joeph, "More interesting ...." The Envoy heads to the wall and sweeps it with his flashlight to show just over Joeph's shouler a human face protruding from the wall, as well as the barrel of submachine gun and glove fingertips in a reaching gesture, both of which in positions that suggest ownership by the embedded face, if it had a fully visible body behind the wall. Blocking the view of the others, it looks like he tries to pry open the face's mouth and peel wide one of its eyelids. The Envoy grunts with mild surprise and steps away, shining his light on the wall. Just past the face's lips and front teeth, and under the eyelids, is nothing but wall plaster. "I'm assuming he was the picket team's lead. If the rest are around here like this, I guess when you file their final eval you ought to say they were apparently in the midst of performing their assigned duty, but were frustrated by mass-displacement, and I'd credit it for the time being to an unexplained space-time phenomena. That ought to put it in the right file," then he turns directly to Kamino, "You think the artifact copy did this?"--The Envoy 15:39, 26 January 2007 (UTC)

"Ah, that's likely as not." He walks over to Jeoph and the embedded picket. "You... just do not touch anything. Oh, and i might stay away from the walls if i were you." He walks over his former subordinate and pokes him, then sighs as it crumbles into dust and plaster chunks. "Damn. The training time to competent alone is unaccepable as is." He shoots a bemused look back over at The Envoy. "You have a whole file on Space-Time Distortions? Figures. i always could leave that kind of affair up to the Cleaners. i miss the old days. At least i don't have to write my own evaluations yet." --Kaminobob 02:15, 27 January 2007 (UTC)

Quietly in the corner, Eric Harris wiped off his chin, and began to eat a little. Unfortunately, the thought of a lightning storm had been placed in his head, and try as he might, it would't go away. I wonder if I really could suggest one into existance or something. Maybe just one bolt. --Eric Harris 21:15, 27 January 2007 (UTC) I'm going for the slightly malfunctioning substandard copy line for what the artifact can do.

"A bit of "standard" space time phase, is there a substandard phase? Or maybe pro-standard? You some kind of CIA fella runnin around with a whole folder on Space-time distortions? I hope you won't off me for seeing too much cause I can just look away right now if need be. There's more to this zombie thing than just zombies running around isn't there." --Joeph 12:43, 1 February 2007 (UTC)

The Envoy looked coolly back to Joeph, "Don't worry, Joeph, we can spare putting you through the wetwork. Even if you did know what you had just seen, it's not like word of it will get outside Malton, and people in Malton are a little preoccupied with other distortions to give any account you give a fair hearing. Wait, Harris, what did you say about a bolt?"

The air in the room took on a strong odor of almonds. The Envoy spun to Harris, not notcing the tendrils of sizzling green lightning-like illumination beginning to manifest behind his back. The Envoy managed to thrust a finger at Harris and shot "DO N--!" before the green sizzle expanded throughout the room, becoming a blinding mass of white light, and then dissappearing with a tremendous "crack." The air in the room wasn't exactly burnt, but tasted bitter, a few firefly-like embers of light fluttered to the floor, fading slowly. The Envoy looked around the room. While everyone's hair was literally standing on end, making Joeph's beard look even more absurd than usual, everyone seemed all right, at least those who were still there.

The Envoy moved to the empty floor where Harris had been sitting. The only trace were the globules of drool and dough that had crystalized gumball sized spheroids. He attempted to activate one of his scanning devices, but it's batteries had been drained in the light. "Damn," The Envoy said, throwing his useless scanner to the floor, "How are we going to find him now?"--The Envoy 07:02, 3 February 2007 (UTC)

with utter nonchalance, Kamino gestures towards the perfectly circular hole in the ceiling. "i believe that may have something to do with it" he walks underneath the center of the hole and cooly looks upwards. "Ah, Mr. Harris. For a moment there i thought that you might not want to continue our little reparte. If you'd be so kind as to continue clinging to that until i can come retrieve you?" He looks at Joeph and The Envoy. "Next person to walk out of the damn wall gets to be Mr. Harris' landing mat if he falls. Wait here." a minute later, a singed Harris walks out from the starcase as Kamino drops through the hole in the ceiling, stands up, and brushes off his suit. "So now then, Mr. Harris, if you'd be so kind as to heed The Envoy's advice in the future, might we continue?" --Kaminobob 07:19, 4 February 2007 (UTC)

The Envoy shakes what looks like static electricity and few more of the neon embers from his own suit, and addresses the dropped Mr. Harris, "Well, Mr. Harris. You failed to ascend. In fact, you barely got off the ground in comparison to other summons I've seen. Guess The Array doesn't find you worthy ... yet. Hopefully this wasn't a mistake."--The Envoy 18:13, 4 February 2007 (UTC)

Eric Harris walked unsteadily back into the room, opened his mouth as if to speak, and once again fell to the ground in convulsions. Another green sizzle appeared and exploded as before. What appeared after were two Eric Harrises. One human, one an obviously brain rotted zombie. Human Eric put his fingers to his temples, caused another flash of light, and zombie EH disappeared. "Sorry about that, guys. There were parts of my mind that were...dangerous. I split it up and sent my doppledanger to a far corner of Malton. I think it was the Array's idea." He turned to The Envoy in particular. "I think you'll find that your devices are now fully charged, sir. I think I'll be calling myself Artifact Eric from now on."--Eric Harris 22:44, 8 February 2007 (UTC)

The Envoy waved one of his devices, the diodes clearly illuminated, and said, "Damn. Nice trick." He looks at Kamino, "So it says the core is still in him, do you think there's a cloned core or reversed charge core in the zed? I think my report this time around may be an 'artist's rendering' of events and just send them a giant bloody question mark on posterboard. My paygrade just isn't high enough to think through some of this stuff. Joeph, you need a job?"

"Oh, theres something left in rotter Eric's Skull. It's more of a repellant. It'll keep us out of the same suburb, at least." Eric sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Kamino, Envoy, tell me more about this array. It's kind of in my brain and I'm still not sure what it wants." --Eric Harris 03:29, 16 February 2007 (UTC)

"Well, given that its a absurdly large pointy thing in geosyncronous orbit that tends to vaporize and / or crystalize people, world domination is an obvious possibility. There's also a variety of Twilight Zone-esq 'tempting the human race to analyze them' scenarios. Of course, the simplest solution may well be to ask it." He thinks for a moment. "Oh no... i hope it isn't learning humanity from you. I'll need my division to be an order of magnitude larger just to keep HQ from being turned to rubble. Nonetheless, this is The Envoy's specialty, and i shall defer a more final answer to him." --Kaminobob 09:33, 16 February 2007 (UTC)

"The Array also seems confused and frustrated that it can't actually control me. It can plant ideas, I know, but it can only transmit messages. Perhaps this is some sort of lucky design flaw with this copy of the artifact?"--Eric Harris 17:03, 17 February 2007 (UTC)

"Let me tell you about that thing-" The Envoy was cut off by an explosion near by, and a heavy volley of gunshots. A radio crackled near them, "We are the Malton Rangers and we're here to help you, do what we say and you will live - /ZING/ - what the hell? They're shooting at us? I'll show them what's what!"

"Siege's started, and it sounds like the reinforcements haven't integrated with the locals yet, ths won't be good, Anyway --" The Envoy began; but before he could begin, an axe-wielding maniac dropped through the hole in the ceiling shouting, "RANGERS!"

...

28 Days Later

Fire and smoke rise from most of the buildings surrounding the undisclosed location. The interior of the building, on top of having more bullet holes, burn marks, and graffiti tags denouncing a group called the Malton Rangers, has an overall "doomed Star Trek bridge" look. Sparks shower everywhere, inexplicably since the building is otherwise in the powerless dark. Slumped bodies are being gathered everywhere and unceremoniously dumped out windows. People who are not trying to make their way to a makeshift catwalk, constructed out of what looks like bookstack shelves and leading to a fortified building across an alley, are gathering maps, folders, and other documents. Some of the papers were being filed in accordion style filing compartment in the Envoy's briefcase, the rest were being set on fire below the hole in the ceiling.

undisclosed future timeframe

• • • timestamp |classified//Re:copystate//err:PFE905:corrupted|

a section of wall in Ranahan Library crumbles, revealing an irregularly shaped piece of technology. when a select few individuals are present, its screens flicker to life. a gaunt but groomed face bespectacled in black square sunglasses looks out, and in eerily audible sound he declares:

"Envoy, Joeph, and yes, even you Mr. Harris, this message is for you all. My usefulness here in Malton has come to a close, and i have 'scrubbed' and reassigned. i've been sent to the Caribbean, and it so happens, the end of existence. Should any of you return to civilization, codeworded communiques sent to this civilian front site will find their way into my hands."

the edges of the screen seem to waver and green, and the voice takes on a echoing drone.

"i apologize for this, but operational security must be maintained. this message is implanting itself into your three subconsciouses, and a general mindscrub program has been initiated to deal with the contingency of unaffiliated persons in the area. it should float back up in a few days. Farewell, and... pleasant dreams."

a green flash fills the room and lights the windows, and where the device was now lies only an oddly shaped stone.

• --Kaminobob 09:44, 8 July 2007 (BST)

המוסד למודיעין ולתפקידים מיוחדים

Envoy, yes i would like help with our wiki page. but i would have to direct you to Showcase as he does most of our wiki input now. just leave mossad outta your beef with DHG. we have nothing to do with it. were in miltown. i can't get a straight story from anyone about what happened between you and the rangers and really IDK. you all should be working together and I have been stressing that on our forum. PKing and grieving is a waste of time and resources. and I only piped in because i saw mossad mentioned in your pissing contest. i'm new to this wiki and gaming stuff. so i only have real life experience to go on. oh one more thing we do run an intelligence network. but nobody sees or knows about any of the details. but it works. we find people all the time and kill them. very mossad.--Sexualharrison ^{MR• ה •T} 20:39, 13 February 2007 (UTC)

Well mossad has branched out on it's own. are you ever going to update our links page like you said?----Sexualharrison ^{ה •T} 15:07, 7 August 2007 (BST)

hey man we are here here for the party. Lets make a good stand here! also I really enjoyed killing you last week with my GC alt (golam). (had to do it) next time please report it to RG, as i'm trying to get KOS. thanks.----Sexualharrison 14:01, 21 February 2008 (UTC)

Ultimatum Delivered from Known Anti-American Terrorist, DHG

Heres what you can do to get you and HH off my shit list, and therefore not get targeted anymore

• Stop Spraying shit and do something.
• Post an apology on the Rangers wiki for being a REDACTED.

Not going to say how I'll stop it, but I'm a man of my word, and if you comply with my terms, you'll live.

If you don't comply, the killings will only intensify in frequency. --Darth Cheney _{Malton Rangers} 03:17, 19 February 2007 (UTC)

Actually, if you knew anything about the goings on of the residents of the legendary Ranahan Library, you'd know that their assisstance is not only cruicial to the shearbank resistance effort, but they also give the suburb a little more flavor. You're actually wasting valuable AP having them killed off, whereas you could be wasting that same AP delaying the inevitable sacking of Sticking Mall. --Eric Harris 23:04, 19 February 2007 (UTC)

Eric, You're behind this problem. Someone in Ranahan Offered you Asylum and we don't let known PKers get off that easy, especially ones of your noteriety. Envoy-If the smear stops, I'll rescind my order to have you killed, and that means ALL smear, including the stuff you have on the wiki. You're right in that your a legit survivor, and My bullets are better used against PKers. So, you tell HH, who I know for a fact is behind at least some of the sprayings, that if all profane sparyings stop your deaths stop. Know its no skin off my ass to keep the bounty on your head up.--Darth Cheney _{Malton Rangers} 03:20, 20 February 2007 (UTC)

Oh. I see. I started a new character, after not PKing/ GKing/ etc for two months. I'm behind most of the sprayings, anyways. They'll stop, but you really have no idea.--Eric Harris 04:51, 20 February 2007 (UTC)

Historical Groups

Just letting you know that I struck your vote on the Disciples of Zeko. According to page rules, the only valid votes are yes and no. --Darth Sensitive ^W! 12:32, 26 March 2007 (BST)

It's not a problem, I was just letting you know so you could be sure your vote counted. --Darth Sensitive ^W! 21:06, 26 March 2007 (BST)

CoL

I see that you're not too thrilled with the Council of Leaders idea. I suggested a possible alternative on Brainstock more in line with democratic sensibilities. For now we're trying it out in the SE only. It'll be a slow process but such is the way when bigshots and party bosses aren't involved. Looking for input. Interested? --Paddy Dignam 21:31, 22 July 2007 (BST)

Suburb infrastructure

You may notice that since taking Stickling Mall and The Whippey Building in our first two days, LUE has proceeded to take out half a dozen other resource buildings in the area. Check our group page. If The Nisbet Building is still up and running it's only because LUE hasn't gotten to it yet. That's not boasting, I just want to correct your misunderstanding of the state of your suburb.--Insomniac By Choice 17:49, 11 August 2007 (BST)

Quite sad, and true, about losing steam. I think it's less about summer winding down and more about doing the same thing for two months. Luckily we don't need so many people as we did at the beginning because our average level is higher, but I'd hate to think we've already peaked.

I was referring to what someone overheard you say less than the wiki updates, however:

The Envoy said "has anyone SEEN DARIS do anything? In other news the zeds seem to not realize a mall's easy to take back if they leave the 'burbs infrastructure standing. Nisbet NT and surrounding buildings are up and running, it's like LUE doesn't even know it exists"

Which I felt was both untrue and unfair.--Insomniac By Choice 19:50, 11 August 2007 (BST)

Hi it's me :)

Hope you're fine. I just wanted to point a finger on Shearbank news from September 26rd to give my former ramblings some "evidence". You see in this news update there is even information on the HP of some unknown zombie. The power status of simple buildings is hardly an more important information because you know how fast that can change. And nobody complains about the newsworthyness. My conspiration theory: It's because it's Pro-Survivor information. Even if people thing it's useless information they don't say anything because it's from one of their own and at least somewhat helps their effort. You don't have to answer this you can even delete it if you like. I just wanted to have some actual example to my rantings so I don't look like a complete jerk. And also I thought I spammed the suburbpage enough so I should start spamming something else. ;) Your --SiIIyLiIIyPiIIy 02:16, 27 September 2007 (BST) p.s. Why don't you become a pker? or Zombie? or do you have a zombie alt?

Footnote

So you were the Ranahan Radio Broadcaster, put the first flames to /zom/? Nice work. La lutte continue.--Shearbank Anarchy Cell 10:09, 21 January 2008 (UTC)

Hey ol bud...

Hehe, Congratulations you were randomly chosen to be killed! But after reading your groups stuff... Makes me want to see it! So perhaps USIT needs a *ahem* "Mercenery" as you put it? Perhaps I'll merc out to yall... I mean, even the president may need someone killed or need a good FAKing! ;)

(Undead Monkey0) --Firetwigzed