Your mission, should you choose to accept it…
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I am modifying this slightly. As a fun prompt, instead of just finding your mission and codename, the mission can be based off the writers info, but use the other chart to give codenames to any muses / characters you throw into your short story.
You don’t have to write out the story of the mission (unless you want to), just write about the mission briefing and creatively come up with something based off the names you get assigned.
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Tanija waited until her chosen crew arrived and settled at the table before she began. The room was small and dimly lit, completely without windows and already crowded with the few people inside.
Clockwise around the room from her, Aaron Cutter looked at her with mildly bloodshot eyes. He was as sober as she had seen him in a while, so she decided she would not reprimand him this time.
After Aaron, Alvarren seated his large furry bulk and loomed over the table. She wished he would drop his Worgen form for meetings like this, but she knew the warlock was not entirely playing with a full deck and no longer felt comfortable in his human skin. Come to think of it, the Commander couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Alvarren as a human, and could scarcely recall exactly what he looked like.
Her 2nd in Command, Mason Hayward, pulled his chair over a few inches to get some space between him and the large Worgen to his right.
To Mason’s left, “Little Bear” Edaj Rainsorrow sat demurely, hands folded one over the other on the table, seemingly undisturbed by the cramped quarters.
Finally, now coming back around to be on Tanija’s right, Brashus Thunderhide did not even attempt to get his bulk at the table and instead leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of him gruffly.
“If we are all ready, I am ready to begin.” Tanija unconsciously dropped her voice an octave from it’s usual high soprano, using what Mason jokingly referred to as her Commander voice. “We have received orders for a mission once we get to Argus. It has been classified with the utmost secrecy.”
Tanija broke the seal on a scroll and laid it out on the table. Rolled inside it were several other small parchments, containing charts, maps and individual assignments.
“The Mission has been given the code name ‘Operation Green Knight’…” she paused, “We are to scout this are here…” she said passing her hand over a portion of the map, “…and establish if the Legion has any armored or siege weaponry stationed near… This river of… Fel energy? That doesn’t seem very safe.”
Mason leaned over the table to get a better look at the position. Brashus leaned forward a bit from the wall and offered a grunt.
“We have all been assigned callsigns for communication with the following force as well… For this assignment, Aaron, you are to use the callsign ‘King Knight.’”
Aaron perked up at his name. “King Knight? If I were a King, doesn’t that supercede knight? Like, I don’t call you Commander Soldier.”
Tanija sighed, “I didn’t come up with the callsigns, Tiger.”
“At least I am a King.” Aaron mused.
“Alvarren… You are ‘King Daddy’… Oh gawd.” Tanija shook her head.
“Say that again…” The Worgen rasped.
“King Daddy.” she said without mirth.
“Sure, you can call me Daddy…” his lips curled back in a sneer, showing his sharp canines.
“Moving on.” Tanija huffed.
Aaron raised his hand, drawing looks from the others at the table.
“Yes, Aaron?”
“Shouldn’t there only be one King?”
“I didn’t make the callsigns, Aaron.” she repeated again.
“If it bugs you, you can call me 'Daddy’ too.” Alvarren blew a kiss at the swordsman.
“Mason!” Tanija banged a fist on the table to get the attention back. “You are assigned 'The Mad Slice’”
Mason raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Edaj, you are 'Double Death.” Tanija said, though she tried to stay professional, her tone was starting to give away her own thoughts on the incredulous names.
“Oh my…” The small druid squeeked.
“That’s not fair! Her name is cool!” Aaron chirped.
“You fuckers are all calling me 'Daddy’. I’m good.” The Worgen chuckled.
Tanija smacked her face into her palms and shook her head for a second, before continuing. “Brashus? 'The Wizard Bullet’…”
The large tauren stared at Tanija for a moment. “The Wizard Bullet?”
“The Wizard Bullet.” she affirmed.
“Is this a joke?” Mason offered from across the table.
“Homeslice is Mad!” Aaron laughed, prompting giggles from Alvarren and a hard stare from Mason.
“No joke, I’m afraid.” Tanija looked apologetically to Brashus.
Alvarren continued to howl with laughter. “What’s your name, Commander?”
Aaron perked up. “Yes, Commander!! Oh god, yes! What did they call you?”
Mason gave both of them hard looks but leaned in a bit, also interested.
“My callsign is…” Tanija began, before her jaw suddenly went slack. “…What the Fel?!”
“What is it?!!” Alvarren leaned over the table.
“Tell us!” Aaron grinned.
Brashus never stopped the hard glare since he had been given his callsign, but finally spoke, “The Wizard Bullet also wants to know.”
“Ugh!” Tanija slapped the paper she was holding on to the table. “I am apparently 'Chef Freak’!”
The room went quiet for a breath, before everyone burst out laughing. Even Mason amd Brashis could not contain their amusement. Edaj covered her mouth with her hands, but her bobbing shoulders gave away her own giggling.
“Chef Freak. What the Fel?!” Tanija was decidedly less amused.
“You have been known to get freaky…” Brashus chuckled.
“Tell Daddy what’s cooking.” Alvarren sneered.
Aaron fell out of his chair laughing.
Tanija threw up her arms and made for the door. “Mason, file those charts…” she ordered. “This is bullshit.”
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