CYBERSUN INDUSTRIES PROCESSING. THE DATA LINK IN YOUR MIND ACTIVATES. A CODED BLUESPACE STREAM BEAMS FORTH. THE CYPHER KEY WHERE YOUR KIDNEY ONCE WAS DECODES IT. PROCESSING. A MEMORY STREAM REACTIVATES ITSELF IN YOUR MIND. THE HANDLER DICTATES: YOUR AUGMENTS AND IMPLANTS HAVE BEEN HIDDEN UNDER A VENEER OF FLESH. THIS VENEER HAS BEEN CALCULATED TO GIVE YOU ENOUGH TO COMPLETE YOUR GOAL (SEE: MEMORY STREAM [objective]). BE SUBTLE. AID OTHER CYBERSUN OPERATIVES IF NECESSARY. BUT. YOUR VENEER WILL ONLY LAST SO LONG. ENSURE YOU [escape objective] SO AS TO NOT BE DISCOVERED. MEMORY STREAM END.
DONK CO. As a crew member passes you, you glance at their right hand. It makes you think of your handler, and the hook he waved around as he explained your mission. Down in the dark cargo hold of the space flyte, "Matey, you understand we be sendin' you into dangerous territory, arrr? These Nanotrasen landlubbers, not to be trusted, arrr. Murders! Rapists! Genocidal, they are! Every space dollar you make them lose is a dollar goin' to the families of all the pirates and colonists who they've killed! Arr, make no mistake, arrrs is a righteous mission, which is why we're havin' you [objective]! After you rob those poop deck swabbers blind, [escape objective]! Ahoy!"
GORLEX MARAUDERS Not even the mental reconditioning you went through could make you forget your hatred of Nanotrasen and their Communist Oppression. Your handler pointed at you sternly as he told you the details, pointing the only light in the room right in your face to obscure your vision of the stripe hatted man, "Get in. [objective]. Murder everyone in the process. You aren't there to have fun. You're there to kill and [objective]. Every last Nanotrasen dog left alive is one more mutt standing between humanity and freedom. What are you looking at me for? Go out and kill. Remember, if you fuck up, we'll nuke your family. HOORAH!"
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WAFFLE CO. You met the handler in an old Waffdonalds. He worked the fryers from the shadows, as he told you your objectives. "[objective]. I know you aren't a clown, but try to make it funny. Those commies deserve every ounce of humiliation they get. Get out by [escape objective]. And remember: Funny", as you turned to leave your foot squished into a banana peel. You fell backwards, and everything went dark. You awoke on the shuttle, heading to Space Station 13.
MI13 It was dark. The rain fell on the city streets like a drunk husband on his tramp wife. A cat yowled in the background as the hover cars whizzed by. The handler had wanted to meet here. You didn't like this job, but money didn't grow on trees and you lived nowhere near anything green. You entered the alley, swallowed up by the dark. A man in a stylish coat and trilby stepped forth from around the corner, envelope in hand. He walked past, sliding it into yours, taking a puff on his cigarette as he walked by. He rounded the corner into the shadows. You didn't dare follow, you had a job to do. As you walked out of the alley, you cracked open the envelope: 1. [objective], 2. [escape objective].