Showing posts with label orders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label orders. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2025

Microstory 2491: Military Dome

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Historians can’t agree on when it happened, but humanity stopped fighting wars against each other a few hundred years ago. We didn’t have this big meeting to say, “hey, let’s stop doing this.” We had lots of little agreements over the course of our shared history, which eventually led to a persistent peacetime. Still, the threat never really goes away. Disparate factions must be ready to protect their interests, and honestly, while I think most of us don’t believe in aliens, the possibility remains of a true external opposition. I mean, Castlebourne itself is not a member of the stellar neighborhood. It’s in a unique position in that it holds a very strong connection to The Core, but it does not have to follow the same laws, and conflict could arise. This is even more true of the other Charter worlds—which are even less connected to our origins—and outer bands of colonization. As our descendants develop too far away from us to share our ideals, and even our biology, we might find ourselves in wartime once more. Castlebourne recognizes this, which is why they have formed a military force. Don’t be afraid, however, as it is 100% voluntary. You don’t have to even pledge any sort of loyalty when you visit this planet. The only people who serve on the force are those who want to, and they are being trained to protect you, whether you believe in their cause, or not. I won’t give away any of our secrets, but we are rapidly becoming as advanced as Teagarden. We’re developing all the latest tech, and making all the necessary precautions. We don’t actually have to be that big to defend the planet. We’re growing so we can potentially use our numbers to defend other territories for the less fortunate, or more modestly equipped. We don’t wanna become an interstellar police force, mind you. We don’t have our hearts set on galactic domination. But if someone wants to join, we’re not going to reject them because we’re at some arbitrary capacity. There are some stipulations if you join that I’ll go over briefly, but if you’re serious about serving, you’ll want to read more in depth material. I’ll reiterate that number one is that it’s voluntary. It’s important to emphasize that because of my second point, which is that once you do join, and are officially accepted, there is a minimum service commitment, which depends on what role you perform, but the shortest term I’ve ever heard of is two years. No one is expected to make a lifelong commitment, but I believe very high ranking officials have to sign up for ten or twenty years. As virtual immortals, this may not sound like much, but the days will add up. Don’t enlist if you just want to test the waters. That’s not what we’re doing here. It’s real life, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, unless that is, you sign on that dotted line. Then you follow orders. So be sure.

Friday, July 14, 2023

Microstory 1930: Rights of the Accused

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Junior Special Investigator: Leonard Miazga?
Leonard: Yes, that’s me. Do you work at the Office of Special Investigations?
Jr. Investigator: That’s not for you to know. All you need to know is that you are under arrest under special extenuating circumstances. Under the Alsten Act, according to Provision 83 of Special Investigations Code One, I hereby detain you for the defense of national security. You are not entitled to representation, and must comply with all demands, and answer all questions. All crimes committed prior to this moment, including those seemingly unrelated to the current accusations, as well as any crimes committed following this moment, shall be taken under consideration when considering judgment, punishment, or any other outcome of your circumstances. Do you understand everything I’ve informed you of today?
Leonard: Not really.
Jr. Investigator: Sir.
Leonard: What’s the Alsten Act?
Jr. Investigator: Sir, please.
Leonard: Please tell me that you recited those words verbatim, and that you didn’t try to regurgitate it using your own words.
Jr. Investigator: We are required to recite your status and rights in the eyes of federal law in order to detain you properly, using the exact same words as they are written and approved by the Office of the National Commander.
Leonard: So when I say that the words were repetitive, nonsensical, and just overall ridiculous, you won’t take personal offense?
Jr. Investigator: No, sir.
Leonard: Are you required to address me as sir?
Jr. Investigator: No.
Leonard: Then just call me Leonard, or Leo.
Jr. Investigator: Sir...Leo, I require you to state in no uncertain terms that you understand your rights as I have listed them for you.
Leonard: You mean the rights that have been stripped from me? Yeah, I guess so.
Jr. Investigator: [...]
Leonard: I mean, yes, I unequivocally understand them perfectly, fully, and perfectly.
Jr. Investigator: I’m going to have to place these handcuffs on you, but you may retrieve a coat, and drape it over your arms to remain inconspicuous.
Leonard: I don’t have a coat. It was summer on my world when I came here, and it’s summer now. I don’t exactly have a credit card to recreate my wardrobe. Besides, I’ve seen that before as a bystander, and let me tell ya, the coat trick ain’t foolin’ no one.
Jr. Investigator: Very well, sir—Leonard. I’ll leave the cuffs rather loose, as long as you promise not to make any attempt at escape.
Leonard: I promise to not try to escape. I’ll get this all sorted out at OSI.
Jr. Investigator: Uh...one more thing.
Leonard: Yes?
Jr. Investigator: Once we get into the car, you’re gonna have to wear a hood.

Thursday, July 13, 2023

Microstory 1929: Surrender Leonard

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Leonard: Hello. Can I help you?
Freeman 11: You need to get out of here.
Leonard: I’m sorry? Do I know you?
Freeman 11: I’m a friend of Agent Parsons. He gave me a message. Well, he didn’t give it to me. He gave it to his couple bond partner, who gave it to who knows how many of her freewomen, who passed it along to Freeman 8, who passed it to me. We had to do that because Parson and his closest associates are being watched, or may be being watched. I’m nobody though, so nobody’s expecting me to do anything important.
Leonard: That’s what makes you important. It’s good to be able to fly under the radar.
Freeman 11: *smiles*
Leonard: And the message is that I need to leave?
Freeman 11: You need to sneak out. They’re coming for you.
Leonard: Who’s coming for me, and why?
Freeman 11: They didn’t tell me much about that, probably because the secrets can’t be trusted going all over town like it did. But basically the government wants to lock you up so you’ll help...get information out of someone? You’re supposed to gain their trust, and they think you won’t be able to do that from the outside.
Leonard: *nods* I know who you’re talking about. Sneaky little devils. We had a plan, but it seems they’ve come up with a new one.
Freeman 11: I can help you. Freeman 24 is waiting in the car. We brought you in. We can get you back out.
Leonard: That won’t be necessary. I’m going to let them take me.
Freeman 11: Forgive me, but I don’t understand.
Leonard: You wouldn’t. There’s too much you’ve not been told about the situation, and bringing you up to speed would not only take too much time, when you really ought to leave this hotel as soon as possible, but it also places you in just as much danger as I am. If I try to escape, they’ll find me, and it will be worse. If they’re doing what I think they’re doing—and it’s not the worst strategy I’ve ever encountered—then all I can do is play along.
Freeman 11: I dunno man. There are certain branches of government that you can trust. Social Counseling is one of them. The rest are animals.
Leonard: I appreciate your position. I’m not trusting them. I’m just surrendering. Again, if you knew more, it would make sense. Besides, the whole reason you’re here is because Agent Parsons can’t talk to me himself without getting caught, right? Well, I imagine the circle that knows about this is pretty tight. They’ll figure out if I react this way. It was a nice gesture, but it would never work. Now go on. It’s not safe here.
Freeman 11: All right. Call me if you change your mind. Freeman 24 and I will be waiting down the block. Here’s my card.
Leonard: I’ve memorized the number, but I won’t take the card. Best not keep records of our dealings.
Freeman 11: I get it. You’re smart. Have you ever thought of doing crime? *smirks*
Leonard: Thanks, Freeman 11.

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

Microstory 1928: Crossed Again

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Agent Parsons: Is this just you manipulating me? What’s the real secret plan here?
OSI Director: We’re not manipulating you, Agent. We need you. This is the plan.
Agent Parsons: Where exactly in the basement are they?
Special Investigator: The parole officer hasn’t been detained yet. We’ll let you know when that changes. Until then, we ask that you stay away from his hotel entirely.
OSI Director: If we catch you there, we’ll assume that the mission is compromised, and modify the basement to accommodate three prisoners.
Agent Parsons: Right. *leaves*
Special Investigator: *sighs*
OSI Director: You think we should read him into this situation fully, don’t you?
Special Investigator: Actually, I would go further than that. I think we should stop double-crossing everyone we lay eyes on. The P.O. is tricking the alien, but little does he know that the fugitive agent is tricking him, but little does he know that I’m tricking him. Little do I know that you’re tricking me, and who knows what the NatCo isn’t telling you? Where does it end?
OSI Director: Right there, what you just said. It ends with the National Commander. That’s why we elected him.
Special Investigator: Did we elect him?
OSI Director: Watch yourself, Special Investigator. That’s the future leader of the free world you’re talking about.
Special Investigator: If he wants to lead the free world, he’s going to have to take the free part seriously, which would entail allowing his constituents to criticize him however they feel necessary. That’s how other nations do it, and it’s why they’re on top.
OSI Director: We are on top...the rest of the world just doesn’t know it yet. I know you have a particular problem with corruption, which is why you chose to work for the OSI, and honestly, it’s why we selected you. But make no mistake, you serve at the pleasure of the Commander, and in service to the United States. Your opinions don’t matter.
Special Investigator: Well, okay, if my opinions don’t matter, then fine, but I’ll still state them. This is a bad idea. All of these lies are going to catch up with us. It’s not a matter of principle. When you lie to people, think about how much you hate being lied to, and ask yourself whether they—for some reason—would somehow hate it less.
OSI Director: So, what, trust starts from the top?
Special Investigator: Kind of, yeah, if you don’t want them to retaliate. I would rather make all the terrorists and other threats my friends than have them realize how to beat me before I get the chance to stop them.
OSI Director: *turns to face her window* Noted, Special Investigator.
Special Investigator: Sorry if I offended you.
OSI Director: That will be all. I’ll let you know when to move the alien, and when to detain the human.
Special Investigator: If we’re going through with the plan, I think we should put the paroler in the basement first, for strategic purposes.
OSI Director: That is noted as well. Have a nice day.

Tuesday, July 11, 2023

Microstory 1927: Infinite Crosses

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Agent Parsons: Sir, I’m sorry we couldn’t get Mr. Miazga on board. If I’m being honest, however, I see where he’s coming from. I follow the chain of command, and I’ll continue to follow your orders, but personally, I find the idea of amputating the alien rather distasteful. I hope we’re not going through with it anyway.
OSI Director: There’s nothing to worry about, Agent. We were never going to do that.
Agent Parsons: Um, sir?
Special Investigator: If I could explain, sir?
OSI Director: *nods*
Special Investigator: The plan was not to have the traveler break the alien out of the building, and try to gain his trust while they were on the outside.
OSI Director: To be clear, that was my original plan. It was the National Commander who shot it down. He came up with this instead.
Agent Parsons: With this, what?
Special Investigator: We still don’t if we can trust Leonard. Personally, I’m okay with the guy—my offer to deputize him will be waiting for him when he gets out.
Agent Parsons: When he gets out of what?
Special Investigator: We knew that he would never go for the amputation plan. That much was clear about the man’s character within the first minute of meeting him. NatCo wants him locked up, just in case he’s a threat. It won’t be a waste of resources, though. The two of them will be locked up together, and that is how he’ll gain its trust.
Agent Parsons: Really? That’s how we’ll get the Ochivar to talk? By letting it talk to someone it may or may not like through the air vent?
Special Investigator: It will be through a shared water drain, but yes.
Agent Parsons: Right. And what, do you suppose, will prompt this secret long-term interrogation? The alien is in a room with a one-way mirror and two cameras. It’s being monitored 24/7. Even if it started feeling like it could talk to Leonard, it won’t be able to do it there. That was the whole point of letting them break out.
OSI Director: We’re going to place them both in the basement. It’s so dank and unfinished down there, they won’t have any reason to believe there are any cameras. It will search for them, but won’t find one, because there will be nothing to find. All we need is audio, which will be in the form of an epimural amplifier.
Agent Parsons: I see that this has all been planned out. What do you need me for?
OSI Director: You’ve developed a friendship with Mr. Miazga. While he’s gaining the specimen’s trust, we need you to foster his trust in you. Someone else will escort him downstairs so you’re not the bad guy. What you can do is frequent his makeshift cell to let him know that you’re on his side, and that you’re working on a way to get him out.
Agent Parsons: One question: will I actually be working on a way to get him out, or is that just another manipulation?
OSI Director: It’s not a manipulation. We’ll let him out when he gets us what we need.
Agent Parsons: Okay, then. *starts to leave, but turns back* Wait. Is this just you manipulating me? What’s the real secret plan here?
OSI Director: We’re not manipulating you, Agent. We need you. This is the plan.

Monday, July 10, 2023

Microstory 1926: Humanity Laws

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Leonard: I’m not okay with this.
Agent Parsons: You don’t like the idea of tricking someone. I get it. But you have to weigh the pros and cons, and we need this information.
Leonard: I don’t have that much of a problem with tricking the Ochivar. Based on what little I’ve heard, some are good, and some are not so good, and this one has to be the second kind, because a good one would be doing everything it could to convince us of as much. I take issue with amputating its wings.
Special Investigator: That is vital to the mission, agent.
Leonard: Not an agent.
Special Investigator: You are now. *tosses a badge onto the table* One benefit working for the Office of Special Investigations, we have nearly zero hiring requirements. I could deputize a sixteen-year-old mental patient if I wanted to. I wouldn’t of course; we have underlying standards. The laws are for cases such as this, when I don’t have time to wait for you to finish the requisite schooling and training that other agencies demand.
Agent Parsons: That’s the special part.
Leonard: You said nearly zero requirements. I assume, in this case, the one requirement is that I go ahead with this mission, which I don’t feel comfortable doing. What we have here, at worst, is a prisoner of war. Where I come from, we treat such enemy combatants with a level of respect that they may not reciprocate. But that is no reason to stoop to their level. It’s not even that, though, because on this front, we are presently in peacetime. Plus, as far as I’ve been informed, the Ochivar hasn’t committed any crime, so he’s not a suspect either, is he? No, he’s only a person of interest.
Special Investigator: We don’t do things the same way here. All of our laws apply to humans, or the other living creatures native to this planet. 
Leonard: You don’t have property laws?
Special Investigator: It’s not a human. Despite how you just described him, he’s not even a person. There are no laws dictating how we must treat him. We are well within our rights to perform this procedure. We’re doing it so you can get your answer.
Leonard: Let’s get one thing straight, I would be getting you answers. I left family behind back home, but I know what I signed up for when I started learning about all this crazy stuff. I’m prepared to never see them again.
Agent Parsons: Let’s not be so hostile. If you don’t agree to do this, they’ll have no reason to amputate, correct? Because the only point is to make it easier for it to blend in.
Leonard: Tell me, Special Investigator. Your scientists discover new species in the depths of the ocean, right? Do these specimens not enjoy any rights, just because you haven’t had time to make any laws? That seems...irrational. And perhaps even evil.
Special Investigator: *clearing his throat* These orders come directly from the National Commander. We can’t make you do it, but I can’t guarantee your continued freedom otherwise. They may consider you an enemy threat too, and put you in the room next to it.
Leonard: So be it.

Friday, January 6, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: November 3, 2398

Kivi can presumably find anyone anywhere, but it helps to have a general idea of where they are. If their targets had run off to hide in Croatia, for instance, she probably would have never found them unless someone tipped them off to this fact. Fortunately, her SD6 team is not the only interested party. Investigators from multiple departments have been looking into the bombing of the former Balance of Power studios, and they do not believe that the culprits have managed to get out of the city. They’re still in New York, and as long as she doesn’t get distracted again, Kivi can take it from there. That’s not all the other investigators found.
A small group known as the Weighers of Justices have claimed responsibility for the attack. This is a new organization; so new that organization is a strong word to use for them. They say that they’re loyal to Solomon Powers and his legacy, and were retaliating against Leona’s legal killing of him, and her takeover of his microsovereignty. They’ve not released names, or shown themselves on camera, so this could all be a red herring, but Kivi and the other members of her team don’t care. Understanding motive is not part of their job descriptions. They just have to find these assholes.
It’s called a Pyramid Whelm. In a standard square or rectangular building, two members of the tactical team will take up positions on corners diagonal from each other. This allows them to watch for escape attempts from all side doors. A third member will take up a position on the roof, in case someone has some way out via helicopter or wingsuit, or something like that. When the main door of any given building is breached by two more tack team members, anyone hoping to evade capture will usually instinctively move to the back. The final two team members will be waiting for them at that exit. This is the most efficient use of a seven-member team, but it is a scalable tactic. A group totaling fourteen can double up on each position, or spread across a larger area, depending on necessity, threat level, and resource inventory. A single-family home can probably be contained with a single team, but an abandoned bulk store, for example, may need some extra people to cover all bases, but the same vaguely pyramidal formation is used in either case.
Before the Whelm comes the recon, which is when a single person, or maybe two people, attempt to gather as much information about a target location as possible before anyone else goes in. This is especially useful in urgent cases such as this, but it’s also risky if a security system tips the targets off to the oncoming containment. That’s what Kivi is supposed to be doing right now at that abandoned bulk story. But she’s not just doing it for her team, because they’re not preparing a Pyramid Whelm today. This is called a Deluge Configuration. It’s basically when every able-bodied law enforcer in the area comes out, and dominates a target location. This has become such an important case, despite the fact that no one was severely hurt, that everyone wants a piece of it. Leona Matic has her detractors—case in point, the bombing—but for the most part, she’s become very popular. People want to see the bad guys go down for this, so every department has a strong incentive to get it done quickly, and unambiguously.
Kivi does not feel the same way that everyone else does, and she knows that neither does Leona. That’s why she’s going to secretly convert the recon mission into a capture mission. She does not have the training or experience to take on all these guys on her own, but she’s doing it anyway, because it’s the safest way to go about it. It’s also the most rational, or maybe it’s more that a Deluge Configuration is an insane tactic. First of all, these people are bombers. This whole structure could be rigged up with explosives, which would put hundreds in needless danger. Secondly, when you have this many people who don’t even know each other, it would be incredibly easy for the suspects to slip away in the chaos. She refuses to let that happen.
As Kivi is double-checking her count of the suspects, Paula crawls up to her. “What are you doing here?” Kivi whispers. “You’re supposed to be hunting for underground exit points.”
“You think I’m going to let you do this alone?”
“It’s my job. I’m the Spotter.”
“Yes, but you’re not just spotting, are you? You were just about to go in alone.”
How does she know that? “What makes you say that?”
“I could see it in your eyes. Maybe I should be the Spotter.”
Kivi frowns. “The Deluge—”
“Is the dumbest thing that some guy with a computer keyboard came up with two hundred years ago. There’s a reason that the SD6 has never employed it once, because it doesn’t work. We’re surgical, that’s the whole point of a seven-person tack team.”
The Technician, Hurst crawls up to their position on the catwalk. “Hey, are we doing this, or what?”
Right behind him are Corolla, Hartwin, Klein, and Alserda. Now the whole team is here. “Are you mad?” Kivi asks their leader.
“No, you had the right idea, just the wrong tactic,” Alserda says. “We’re doing Hermit Crab Formation,” she orders.
“I’m not familiar with that one,” Kivi says.
Lieutenant Klein looks between Kivi and Corolla. “You’re in back.”
“Because I’m the newest?”
“Because you’re the smallest,” Alserda clarifies.
Hermit crabs live in shells created by other organisms. When one specimen grows out of its shell, it has to find a new one. So what they’ll do is get in a line next to each other, and trade shells one right after the other. In this case, Hermit Crab formation dictates the largest member of the tactical team approach the targets in front, hopefully giving the impression that there is only one person about to attack them. As soon as the targets see that an enemy is coming, and the tactical advantage of the ruse is lost, the crabs in back will break formation, and begin the attack using whatever means necessary and authorized. Despite the fact that two people on the team have never done this before, their technique serves them well. All bombing suspects are apprehended without anyone firing a single shot.
Once it’s over, Alserda conducts a brief interrogation in an attempt to ascertain whether there are any impending attacks. This is when they learn the truth. These guys never cared about their former boss, Solomon Powers. There was a vault in the sub-basement, which they robbed. The explosion was just to cover their tracks. They refuse to say where the money is, though. “That isn’t our problem,” Paula advises Kivi.
Kivi turns away, realizing that she’s right, and feeling a sense of relief in this truth. She’s not responsible for detecting clues, extracting confessions, or prosecuting crimes. She finds people; that’s it. What happens afterwards is out of her hands. Then again, that was Leona’s money. Maybe Kivi is responsible for recovering it after all.