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Part 7: The Lecelnan Incident, 35794

A head researcher approached Allen and the Marines, introducing himself. "I am Head Researcher Morozov. Welcome to our- uhh- Research Station." Stuttering was evident in his voice, from the surprise derived from his personal realization of the New World Union's technology, and even though he couldn't see it, they too were surprised at the similar technology level the OFR possessed. 

Allen spoke to him. "Name's Allen. Sergeant Allen, New World Union Marines." The researcher now known as Morozov nodded to him, acknowledging his name. Morozov asked him a question. "You're not from this planet, are you?" Allen was taken aback by this, but responded calmly. "No, we are not." Allen reaffirmed Morozov's guess. "Are you and your country from Earth too? The uhh, USA, perhaps?" He asked, examining the flag patch on Allen's sleeve, which bore the black, red, white, and blue of the New World Union's war flag.

"For one, holy shit, you guys are from Earth? And two, I'm from Earth, but my country ain't. They did take a lot of inspiration from the USA, though." Morozov nodded, acknowledging this info. "Sorry if this questioning comes about as sudden, but you don't mind, yes?" Allen shook his head, gesturing to some unoccupied seats. "Maybe we can keep talking there?" Allen asked.

Morozov nodded, and Allen moved over to the seat, also speaking to the other Marines. "Feel free to explore around and talk with the researchers for now." He transmitted to them. "Can you use telepathy, Morozov?" He transmitted to the researcher now. "Oh, da, I can." He transmitted back. "It's easier this way, yeah?" Allen transmitted now, nodding to Morozov. "Da, definitely." "So you guys are basically Russian?" Morozov nodded in response. "Okay so, are there any other potential national security risks that we should know about then?"

"There's one other main threat that you can call CROS. Translated, it means 'the Common Republic of Starin' (st-AH-ruhn). If you are familiar with Earth's geopolitics in what would be 19524, or 2024 as we know it, then the CROS is the China to your USA, and they love their thaumaturginite artifacts, as you call them." Allen nodded, acknowledging this. He spoke to himself in his head, trying to assess the situation and the info he just received. [So there are other countries like the New World Union, the OFR and CROS. The OFR is an acronym with an unknown definition, and CROS stands for 'Common Republic of Starin.' Understood.]

The researcher pointed to and gestured at something while speaking to Allen. "Uhh, Sergeant, if you have any other burning questions, which I'm sure you do, there's an information terminal over there." Allen nodded, thanking the researcher, as he turned and walked calmly over to the terminal. The other Marines were visible mingling with researchers not too busy with their work, also covertly scouting out the base as they did so.

Allen booted up the terminal by way of a button positioned lower on the structure, and the pressing of the button caused a type of holo-screen to blip into existence above the terminal. A keyboard construct was directly transmitted to his neural complex, which he found he could type on with his mind. The first thing he did was to internally start recording these thoughts, so that they could be transmitted back to command. He also forwarded an audio file of his conversation with Morozov.

[it's exposition time!!!1!1!1!1!]

Allen searched through the terminal, first searching up 'unknown nation. He had a massive sigh of relief when only a single entry with less than a hundred words came up. Titled 'unknown nation' rather blankly, it was an entry simply describing the composition of the diplomatic envoy. "About 27 fighter aircraft and one large aircraft of unknown purpose buzzed the station on the 5th of December, and they seemed to have dumped a recon payload near us," the article read.