001 Shot Fired [text; action for Rocket Base]

[shest]

I'm going to list a series of words.

If they are at all familiar to you please respond otherwise dismiss this.

Cold War
Spetsnaz
Lyndon B. Johnson
Nikita Khrushchev
Tselinoyarsk

[About an hour later on the Rocket frequency:]

My name is Adamska. Code name Ocelot. Call me either. I'm a GRU Major if that means anything to any of you.

I would like to speak with whomever is in charge here.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

[Well, in fairness, there's a difference between grand larceny and stealing poor Lass Maryanne's level 20 Drifloon.

So yes, it's fucking stupid, but sometimes you have to kiss ass.]

Do you have a particular specialty?

[shest]

Infiltrating places. Blending in and not being noticed.

You could say I enjoy playing the long con.

I have training in codebreaking, though the technology is probably severely dated. I also have knowledge in weaponry. Mostly guns but I know a little about explosives as well.

[explosivecombat]

You'll find that your proficiency with guns isn't going to be much help to you; if you had any on you when you were brought here, you've been stripped of them for the duration. I don't know where they are, nor does anyone else; I'm just aware that this place - or whomever runs it, more likely - doesn't like us having conventional weapons.

However, explosives are fair game, and if you're as good as you say with your other skills, it's safe to assume you're a quick study and I doubt the technology will be much of a problem.

It's 1915 where I came from, for reference, and I'm managing just fine despite our technology apparently being backwards even by that year's standards.

[shest]

I noticed.

They were antiques so the loss is actually rather irritating. I'm sure I'll find something, though. These Pokemon, though, are interesting. I was given some sort of ghost and a lizard that spits fire.

So weapons aren't allowed but a baby monster is. Not that I'm complaining.

That would be World War I in my own world. Technology has improved some, but there's still nothing like what's here.

[explosivecombat]

Don't question the logic of this place. We can't keep bladed weapons that are more efficient than the average butterknife, but one of my coworkers was given what amounts to a humanoid thing the size of a small child and absolutely covered in swords. As long as we're allowed something, I'm not going to complain too much.

I think I know what world you're talking about, if that's the case; it's not my own, either way. I know a few things about it, however; I assume that you're working for the Soviet Union at this point?

private;

[shest]

That would be correct.

But like I said, I play the long con.

My true employers would be the enemy of the Soviet Union. There's no better spy for one country than the national of another.

private;

[explosivecombat]

Oh, I'm the last person to deny that, believe me. Perhaps I'll tell you what I did to my world's equivalent of the Russian army one day.

Until then, I'll be sure to keep in touch if I have any assignments for you, Major Ocelot. There's not much sense in leaving trained soldiers bored out of their minds.

Should you need me for anything further, my name is Solf J Kimblee; I'm a State Alchemist for the Amestrian military, which I doubt means much to you. I'm a Beta in this organization, however, which will likely mean a good deal more in the weeks to come.

private;

[shest]

I look forward to working with you, sir.