Racon joins Merrit and Cephaus as a liaison officer. I'm sure you'll accord him the same respect you give them. He's earned it, and will continue to do so. - Niobe
"Good day, operatives of Zion. There are those of you who know me and those of you who might not, I’m sure many fall under the latter, so an introduction of sorts would be proper if we’re to work together in the future.
"I was awakened by a pair of Zion operatives shortly after, what I now know to be as, the code bombings triggered by Morpheus.
"I remember it was a cool and crisp night as I waited for the City Transit to come to a stop outside of Metro Café. I needed to unwind with a latte and some music with friends. The radio within the café had reported of incidents on the other side of the city; terrorists had bombed the areas surrounding both the Camon and Mara Congregational Churches.
"Rumors and speculation on motives were whispered throughout the café, many were frightened by the unusual circumstances surrounding the attacks. I shared their anxieties. A few of the regulars sitting in a booth were reading the latest Mega City Informer reporting on the Health Crisis a couple of weeks earlier. Widespread anemia epidemics, identical crimson-eyed men in suits, and now terrorist bombings without explosions; it seemed that fiction and reality were one of the same in the minds of those writers.
"I finished my drink, paid my tab, and headed out for a walk to Center Park to sit and gaze. As I walked, footsteps echoed from the rooftops and gutters above until a figure cloaked in black vaulted from the rooftops onto the ground ahead of me. The bald man opened up a mail station and dropped a parcel within it. He muttered of a dream, a truth, and a savior as a faint beeping began to pierce through his monologue. It was Morpheus, and he had just left a code bomb to reveal the truth.
"Looking back, I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Parcels combined with beeping are never a good sign. The people around me seemed oblivious to the circumstance, shrugging off the prattler. Morpheus looked up and turned to run through the streets as two operatives materialized from the air above, shaking the ground as they landed.
"A muffled female voice counted down from within the mailbox. As the count reached zero, I suddenly felt myself being lifted into the air. The two operatives who had been chasing Morpheus had saved me from the blast. I looked back to see a flash of green darkness spreading from the mailbox. I fainted. When I awoke, I found myself in an extraction point with the two operatives. I learned of the truth of the situation and decided to join the ranks of humanity in a fight for freedom.
"Through constructs and programs, I became experienced in combat and reconnaissance and worked as a part of a unit focused on data retrieval and manipulation operations. Information is power within the Matrix, and it was our duty to seek and retrieve it. After many successful ventures, my comrades were killed in the Cypherite sabotage of the Hoverbarge Terra Nova. With the loss of my comrades and friends, I removed myself from the field to work within Zion.
"I was appointed to monitoring hoverbarge and hovercraft transmissions as a communications specialist. It was my duty to analyze data sent in from the field and relay information from the Zion Archives and operatives to others. After a few months on the job, I was informed of the Council’s intent to add another liaison to the field along side of Merrit and Cephaus.
"I decided that it was time to return to the Matrix. It was time to fight along side the operatives of Zion.
"With a new purpose in mind, I applied for the position as an organizational representative and met with the Zion Council to learn of its duties and responsibilities. A few weeks later, after a considerable amount of tests and training exercises, the Council approved my promotion and I was appointed to the third liaison position aboard the Logos II.
"Through determination and diligence, I will work side by side with you, fellow Zionites, to further our agenda and provide a voice to the Council and our organization. Lared Golding is but a relic of the past, a blinded dreamer who is now awakened, for Zion has removed the blindfold and revealed the truth.
"I am Racon, a soldier of Zion, a soldier of humanity."
Racon
"Good day, operatives of Zion. There are those of you who know me and those of you who might not, I’m sure many fall under the latter, so an introduction of sorts would be proper if we’re to work together in the future.
"I was awakened by a pair of Zion operatives shortly after, what I now know to be as, the code bombings triggered by Morpheus.
"I remember it was a cool and crisp night as I waited for the City Transit to come to a stop outside of Metro Café. I needed to unwind with a latte and some music with friends. The radio within the café had reported of incidents on the other side of the city; terrorists had bombed the areas surrounding both the Camon and Mara Congregational Churches.
"Rumors and speculation on motives were whispered throughout the café, many were frightened by the unusual circumstances surrounding the attacks. I shared their anxieties. A few of the regulars sitting in a booth were reading the latest Mega City Informer reporting on the Health Crisis a couple of weeks earlier. Widespread anemia epidemics, identical crimson-eyed men in suits, and now terrorist bombings without explosions; it seemed that fiction and reality were one of the same in the minds of those writers.
"I finished my drink, paid my tab, and headed out for a walk to Center Park to sit and gaze. As I walked, footsteps echoed from the rooftops and gutters above until a figure cloaked in black vaulted from the rooftops onto the ground ahead of me. The bald man opened up a mail station and dropped a parcel within it. He muttered of a dream, a truth, and a savior as a faint beeping began to pierce through his monologue. It was Morpheus, and he had just left a code bomb to reveal the truth.
"Looking back, I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Parcels combined with beeping are never a good sign. The people around me seemed oblivious to the circumstance, shrugging off the prattler. Morpheus looked up and turned to run through the streets as two operatives materialized from the air above, shaking the ground as they landed.
"A muffled female voice counted down from within the mailbox. As the count reached zero, I suddenly felt myself being lifted into the air. The two operatives who had been chasing Morpheus had saved me from the blast. I looked back to see a flash of green darkness spreading from the mailbox. I fainted. When I awoke, I found myself in an extraction point with the two operatives. I learned of the truth of the situation and decided to join the ranks of humanity in a fight for freedom.
"Through constructs and programs, I became experienced in combat and reconnaissance and worked as a part of a unit focused on data retrieval and manipulation operations. Information is power within the Matrix, and it was our duty to seek and retrieve it. After many successful ventures, my comrades were killed in the Cypherite sabotage of the Hoverbarge Terra Nova. With the loss of my comrades and friends, I removed myself from the field to work within Zion.
"I was appointed to monitoring hoverbarge and hovercraft transmissions as a communications specialist. It was my duty to analyze data sent in from the field and relay information from the Zion Archives and operatives to others. After a few months on the job, I was informed of the Council’s intent to add another liaison to the field along side of Merrit and Cephaus.
"I decided that it was time to return to the Matrix. It was time to fight along side the operatives of Zion.
"With a new purpose in mind, I applied for the position as an organizational representative and met with the Zion Council to learn of its duties and responsibilities. A few weeks later, after a considerable amount of tests and training exercises, the Council approved my promotion and I was appointed to the third liaison position aboard the Logos II.
"Through determination and diligence, I will work side by side with you, fellow Zionites, to further our agenda and provide a voice to the Council and our organization. Lared Golding is but a relic of the past, a blinded dreamer who is now awakened, for Zion has removed the blindfold and revealed the truth.
"I am Racon, a soldier of Zion, a soldier of humanity."
