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Sept 17, 2012 18:24:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 17, 2012 18:24:52 GMT -5
Patience was arguably Kilo’s best attribute. She had an inexhaustible supply of it, with absolutely no rush or panic to interfere with the mission. It was good that she had it, because she’d been covertly scouting this location for two weeks, long enough that someone with emotions might have been able to feel stretched and impatient, battling exhaustion. While it was true Kilo felt hungry and slightly tired, everything was within normal mission parameters.
Her mission this time was anything but simple. She was tasked with assassinating one of the scientists in Project Familiar, a secret organization that had captured some of the wrong attention in the galaxy. Her target was hand-selected to provide the most possible damage to their organization, to really hurt them. This was easily one of the more dangerous assignments she’d ever been on, which was why she was being so thorough. Over the course of her two weeks of scouting, every entrance to the underground facility had been scouted out and marked on a chart she was drawing. She knew every way in and out by heart, but her target was erratic, sometimes staying in for days at a time, and never exiting the same way twice.
Kilo was a sniper. Her skill set was centered around eliminating enemies from a distance, but now she had to negate her advantage and go in after him herself. Luckily, she knew of one way in very few did. There were caverns that led right up to entrances. She knew because she’d scouted them out, stopping short of the security cameras, which she would have to disable this time around. Luckily she was prepared.
Green Meadows had anticipated every eventuality, and armed Kilo with a nearly inexhaustible supply of gadgets and items. She had on her person a sniper’s blaster rifle, a silenced slugthrower pistol, a wickedly sharp combat knife, a utility belt containing a flashbang grenade, a smoke grenade, a fragmentation grenade, and a length of rope, a datapad containing her mission briefing, her sketch pad, a camera, and one very handy device. It was small enough to fit in one hand, and it temporarily disrupted things like security cameras and alarms. The assassin had no idea how it worked, only how it was used.
At the entrance to the cave, Kilo shed the ghillie suit she was wearing, a camouflage garment that made her look like just any other bush, revealing a black tactical vest over a black shirt and black fatigue pants bloused into sturdy boots. A drop-leg holster held her pistol, and her hands were covered by gloves. In the darkness she would blend in perfectly. Night vision goggles completed the ensemble.
In the pitch black of the cave, Kilo made her way forward an inch at a time, passing by various formations that might have merited study by scientists. Soon she reached the edge of the camera’s range, and pulled out the device, pressing the button down.
Swiftly she moved past the camera and pressed the button again, restoring the camera feed. With any luck they wouldn’t notice a disruption of one second at all, and even if they did and dispatched guards, she would be long gone.
There was an elevator up ahead, and with ease Kilo pried open the doors, peering down the shaft. Her length of rope was likely not enough to get her down, but there was a cable…
In a leap from the entrance, the assassin caught onto the cable and slid down it, exactly like she was sliding down a length of rope. To be true, the friction burned, but pants and gloves protected her from the bulk of it until she was to the bottom of the shaft, when she gratefully landed on the top of an elevator and peered inside through the access hatch. On the off chance there was a camera inside, she activated the disruptor again as she dropped in and pried open the doors.
She was in.
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Sept 19, 2012 12:03:19 GMT -5
Post by A®heim on Sept 19, 2012 12:03:19 GMT -5
Something shifted in the shadows of maintenance shaft G. A single, dim red light flickered on.
They hear it…they hear it scream to go out, but they cannot see it. Where does it come from? How did it get outside? Why can’t they see it?
Sparks showered from the ceiling, briefly illuminating a skeletal silhouette around the red light.
…they will bring it closer…they will bring it closer so they can see…
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The single, dim red light on the security camera hidden amongst one of the cave’s man outcroppings began flashing as the black-wreathed assassin passed by. Its connection to the security mainframe had been disrupted by the low-frequency jamming signal transmitting from the device held in her hand. Project Familiar security was designed to be impregnable by any conventional means, but her tools were anything but.
The elevator shaft, one of the original maintenance lifts that had seen little use since the facility’s construction, moaned as she rappelled down the cable. The door was not difficult to pry open as it was one of the few without a digital locking mechanism, however she was wise to reactivate the jamming device as a slightly less conspicuous camera waited just on the other side. Its light began flashing.
In front of her stretched a long, dim hallway that eventually ran into a T-junction. On the far wall, two arrows were engraved into the dull durasteel, “Auxiliary Core Access” and “Maintenance Shafts A-N.” The choice was an obvious one—the core access would have formidable, layered security systems, but once past those she would have almost unlimited access to every floor of the facility. Before that decision could be made, however, a sound emanated from the maintenance shaft. The sound of a child’s laughter.
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Pantomime’s large, slit eyes narrowed at the security readout. “Looks like ze system iz acting up again, ve haff cameras sporadically dropping off ze grid.”
A man in an impossibly white lab jacket leaned forward beside her with a blank, expressionless face. His eyes flashed piercing blue, the reflection of the holoscreen seeming to flash in his eyes. “It is highly probable that this malfunction is a result of the power failures we have been experiencing lately. I have informed Havanli.” His voice was cold, carefully enunciated, and seemed to come from the walls of the room rather than his mouth.
Pan scoffed. “As if she vouldn’t already know. Inform ze Vizard zat I vill be taking a team into ze caverns to investigate. I do not like ze vay zey are dropping off sequentially…”
“As you wish, Dr. Lenarski.” The man nodded, flickered, and vanished.
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At the opposite end of the maintenance access shaft, faintly illuminating the deep shadows, a small Twi’lek girl flickered briefly into sight, then disappeared.
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Sept 19, 2012 16:58:51 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 19, 2012 16:58:51 GMT -5
Kilo heard an unmistakable sound echoing from one of the maintenance shafts, one which made absolutely no sense to her. It was the laughter of children, or more specifically a child. It contained those emotions she associated with children at their 'best,' namely happiness, joy, mirth, and good humor. She had no experience with any of those, as they were blocked by her RELIC chip. The positive side was that she couldn't experience the negative emotions, like fear and anger. Those were foreign concepts to her.
Curiosity and caution were still powerful presences in her life. Why was there a child in the immediate area, laughing pleasantly?
Before she could answer that question, the child came into sight and Kilo pulled herself flush against the wall, watching furtively. Of course two things were apparent right off the bat. It was a Twi'lek girl, and a hologram. The blue glow gave it away.
Why exactly a laughing hologram of a little girl was roaming the bottom levels of a secret facility, Kilo had no idea. She didn't like it though, it was a potential security risk. With Project Familiar there was no doubt that these holograms could pose dangers.
It was time to even the playing field a little.
As the girl disappeared, the Green Meadows assassin opened the maintenance shaft and climbed in, progressing through the dimly lit interior, looking at the various wiring and cables on the sides. There was a large power cable on one wall, and she followed that. She had full knowledge it was bound to join a junction or a transformer for the whole section, which would prove to be a weakness she could exploit.
Sure enough, she found exactly what she was looking for, and she wedged her high explosive grenade into it, pulled the pin, and darted almost casually to a safe distance. When it detonated with a dull thud, instantly the lights cut out, leaving total darkness.
Her night vision goggles were placed over her eyes once more, and Kilo retracted her path back to where she'd entered, thinking back to what little intelligence on floor plans she'd been briefed on.
She likely didn't have much time now.
Slowly she made her way to Core Access and cracked open the door, only to see lights and power still on. Apparently the power junction she'd hit hadn't been enough. She'd have to backtrack and try to take out the power to the sensors.
With rapid yet silent movements, she darted off back down the corridor, but she became aware of footsteps sounding, and she pulled off the door to Shaft G and hurriedly thrust herself inside, closing the door securely behind her.
Hopefully it would be a safe hiding place.
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