"Now is the height of the persecutions being wrought upon our people by the Brotherhood! We cannot stand idly by while they haul away our friends and family, never to be heard from again! It is our responsibility to put an end to these evils! Every day that they are not opposed is another day where more of our own people are taken from us! These people are your children, your parents, your friends, none are spared from their iron fist, in the name of cleansing the land of magic! Will you let this continue?! Will you stand by and watch as your loved ones get taken away, and others killed in their hunt?! I say no more! We are here to put a stop to this! Join us, join the rebellion! You must do something or eventually they may just kill us all!"
A man clad battle worn armor with a laser pistol on his hip shouts his rhetoric from a rooftop in a small suburban area to a group of people who had gathered nearby. Everyone knows his face from the Wanted posters plastered across every city by The Brotherhood. This man was Jackson Phoenix, the leader of the rebellion. On the wall below him are several Wanted posters with his face printed on it and a generous reward listed for his capture, dead or alive. Across some of the Wanted posters is another poster, this one of the rebellion's propoganda. A picture of a sword behind a shield, and beneath the picture the words "JOIN THE REBELLION! END THE OPPRESSION!"
Jackson steps down from his perch and heads into the attic of the house, leaving the people to make their decision.
"How many do you think we'll get Jackie?" A woman in the attic asks.
She was dressed in a similar way, in battle worn armor, but with a particle rifle strapped to her back.
"I don't know Mia. But if we can get through to at least one person, then that's one more person going against The Brotherhood." He said.
She snapped a salute and escorted him out of the house and into a waiting vehicle.
Once the vehicle had left, two of The Brotherhood's enforcers arrived to find the area that the people had gathered in had been left abandoned.
"We missed them." One said in a monotone voice.
The other made no reply as he produced an explosive pack. He attached it against the rebellion's propoganda poster, and then the two walked away. Once they were at a safe distance, the explosive detonated, destroying the home.
Jexx was sitting on a rooftop, spaced out, just trying to think about what to do. His latest Brotherhood lead turned out to be a dead end... again. He'd been at this for two years, but he'd be damned if he just gave up now.
Suddenly, and explosion rocked some buildings to his right. He looked at the spectacle, and cocked his head.
"That was either the Rebels or the Brotherhood," He said to himself. "Where there are Rebels, there will be enforcers. Where there is an act of the Brotherhood, there will be enforcers." He smiled to himself. "Works for me."
Baiye had merely been checking out the corner shop she frequented for spare parts when she heard the ruckus going on outside - and she remained inside the shop, fingering a micro-motherboard as she watched the people drift away and the "cleanup" afterwards. She winced at the explosion - and she gripped the chips in her hands on impulse. Kam, manager of the small store, coughed at her and gave her a glare.
"You of all people know the deal, Baiye - Break it, Upgrade it, Disassemble it, Tweak it, etc... Buy it" He grumbled.
She blushed and waited as he rang up the parts, with the scene still playing back in her mind. How could people do something like that to each other? It defied logic... and logic was the only explanation for anything. Sure, she herself didn't understand and avoided magic at all costs - but she would never kill or blow a building apart... It was so unreal...
She smiled uneasily as Kam handed her the merchandise in a bag, his face still bored and blank. She strode out the door, still deep in thought, brushing her silvery hair back behind her ears as she headed back to her apartment.
Exo watched as the Enforcers walked away, standing on a flat rooftop of a three-floor apartment building, near the building where The Leader had held his speech. It simply shook it's head and held up the radio.
"Building was destroyed."
"Destroyed?" the reply came.
"Explosive pack." It confirmed. "Unit did not get a chance to identify the pack. Calculation of damage inflicted and analyzation or the smoke suggests custom detonator and specialized compound mix, given the power of the explosion."
"They're not being subtle are they?" the radio-voice commented.
"Unit believes they are trying to make an example of those who would defy the Brotherhood."
"Logical as ever I see. Sounds like them, at least."
"There were only two. Terminate?"
"Negative."
"Confirmed." Exo glanced down at the street, processing the thermal imaging data as the smoke cleared, watching Baiye from the rooftop. [Potential] it processed. [Logging appearance] it filed the data away in it's memory for a later date, standing as it looked down over the street, black and grey frame making it look more like some strange metallic statue than a machine... like a piece of decoration.
Working on a large suit of armor in a studio apartment not far from the explosion Victor looked up. 'Wonder what that was about' he thought as he moved to the window.
Spotting the two Enforcers he swore. "Goddamned brotherhood" Vic sighed as he looked back the the battlescared armor and the damaged parts all over his apartment. "Looks like another trip to Mack to get some parts...If I had the cash."
Moving over to his computer he quickly called up Mercnet and started looking. 'I wonder what the Rebelion pays...'
WHUF!!!!
Jexx let out a breath as he just managed to pull himself up onto the roof of a building, after trying to jump to it from another roof. He took just moment to catch his breath, then quickly ran to the opposite side of the roof, where he look down into an alleyway, and waited. After a few moments, the two Brotherhood enforcers turned a corner, into the very alleyway that Jexx was monitoring.
"I've got you now..." he whispered to himself.
A person in an oversized coat approached Baiye as she exited the store. He silently handed her a folded sheet of paper.
"The boss wants you at the base. If y'can, bring some friends. We need as much help as possible y'know." He said.
Before she would be able to reply, he had already walked around the corner and disappeared. The piece of paper contained an address to a warehouse that had been thought abandoned.
~~~
The two enforcers walked down through an alley way. One of them turns his head a bit.
"We got company." He said.
They came to a street and then split up. One went straight down the street, the other began moving towards the nearby Brotherhood tower.
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In another part of town, a couple of Brotherhood zealots approached a rather large mansion.
"This the place?" One asked.
"Yeah. They said there were some kinda magic robot of some kind here." The other replied.
"There's no way that can be right. Magic and androids don't mix." The first said.
"Well that's what recon said." The other said.
The second one pulled up a shotgun and cocked it.
"Let's get in there." He said.
They opened the gate and entered the property.
Jexx continued to observe the Brotherhood members as they passed by him. Then, to his delighted amazement, they split up! Jexx did not try to stop a smile. This actually made things easy for him. He only needed one enforcer alive, and now he didn't have to deal with first killing off one, and running the risk of the other shooting back. Jexx followed the one not going to the Tower.
After a little time tailing the enforcer, he finally passed by an empty area again. That's when Jexx made his move. Jexx jumped down from the roof he was on. The enforcer however had anticipated him, and whipped around, machinegun barrels poking out of his sleeves. But Jexx had already let loose a barrage of plasma balls from his handcannons, and they slammed into the enforcer's arms, turning them to useless smoldering things. Half a second later, Jexx had his left cannon morphed to a hand, and another half second had the hand around the neck of the enforcer, and slamming him into a wall.
"What do you know about Project Fusion?" Jexx demanded. It was highly unlikely that the enforcer would actually know what he was talking about, but it was much more likely that he could point Jexx to a priest or high priest who would know. The only problem was "convincing" the enforcer to "cooperate".
"Tell me everything you know about Project Fusion, now!" The enforcer remained silent.
Jexx quickly morphed his unused right hand into hacking tools, and reached behind the enforcer's neck. He had to disable the enforcer's implant before...
"I give my life in sacrifice for the-"
"Oh no you don't!" Jexx snarled, tightening his grip around the enforcer's neck.
"B...Brotherhood...of the..." the enforcer managed to choke out.
"No! No! Don't say it!"
"M...m..Machine."
"NO!!"
The enforcer's body fell limp. Jexx let go, and it slumped to the ground.
"God...damn it." He said, giving the corpse a good kick. "I hate it when they do that."
Jexx sat down, away from the body.
"Well, now what?" He said to himself. He looked in the directon of the Tower. He wasn't fool enough to try to break into a Tower alone again, not after the he almost got killed the last time. But who would possibly want to help him? He had nothing in the way of money to pay anyone, and he couldn't think of any good reason of why the Rebellion would help him, since he couldn't care less about the political state of the world. All he cared about was blasting Brotherhood members and finding his memories.
"Well," he said to himself. He seemed to be doing that alot lately. "I guess I'll just stand here until inspiration smites me upside the head or something. Heh heh. It's not like I've got anything better to do at the moment."
Mister was a good golem. He was working hard. The numbers of grouse on the Master's grounds had been dropping, and he'd finally found the cause. A fox and her kits had moved in. He relocated them to another part of the estate; the rabbits had been overzealous in their function of late, so this would solve both problem. He had stopped to refill on water for steam when the creak of the front gate reached him. He stopped what he was doing and wiped his face grille with a towel. Guests? Marvelous! He hadn't had guests to look after in a while. Had he such a habit, he would whistle as he traversed the grounds, stopping every so often to pluck a weed out of the finely kept grass. It was so good to have people in the house again!
He saw them from behind a line of hedges; part of a well kept laberynth that he had long since memorized. Just in time, he remembered his master's warning that a proper servant greeted guests at the door, not on their way up the path. Mentally berating himself for almost committing so egregious a social faux pas, he slipped away and entered the mansion via the side door to wait for the sound of the doorbell in the lobby. These guests were to be granted every courtisy!
Morgan pulled into the garage of his modest suburban home. As his garage door closed and he stood in his driveway, he noticed the emergency vehicles speeding off towards a plume of dark smoke a number of blocks off.
I thought I lived in a nice area? Perhaps the brotherhood was murdering innocents again, but no one was truly innocent these days. Maybe a rebellion target? Who knows other then those involved.
Shaking his head, Morgan checked his box for any package deliveries and headed into his home. Hanging up his jacket and dropping off his briefcase, Morgan checked his messages and as normal, no one called.
The weekend was circled on his calendar, jarring a memory. "Father's day is coming up. I should give dad a call and see how he is doing."
Plugging his laptop into the docking station, he booted up the computer and accessed his email. Having spent the better part of an 8 hour shift plying away in front of a desktop workstation and churning out hundreds of lines of code would normally make anyone tired of using a computer. Not Morgan though, he had a slight advantage over most people, he could interface with a system directly through an advanced system built into his own body. Using an interface jack, he plugged directly in and scanned through the messages in his mind.
Baiye blinked at the paper shoved in her hands - more than speechless. She flicked her hair behind her ears again in thought, pondering the offer... Stuffing the new parts into her knapsack, she flicked the transmitter at her earlobe on, the simple two-way communication link she kept with Gidget, her canine companion.
"Gid - I need you to meet me down the street near Kam's place - Bring a good toolkit and my 'set. I have upgrades..."
The vocal link echoed back in her ear - a clipped sarcastic voice. "Roger. Did you remember to pick up those new camera lenses? I have a hard time seeing around these stupid scratches." Gidget's electronic voice fell into a low grumble, as he cut out the link.
Baiye's lips curled up in a soft smile - some AI she picked - but her eyes flicked back to the corner that man had disappeared around. Boss? Was this about the resistance? If it was... what did it really mean to her? After all, she was just another tech...
But she would go - curiosity hadn't killed her yet.
Exo brought the radio up again.
"Confirm Contact."
"Excellent. Follow her, for the time being. If she tries to find anyone from the Brotherhood to give them that address, you must stop her."
"Objective logged, sub-objectives added. Mission commences. Unit out."
Exo shut the radio off as it moved along the rooftops and followed Baiye, stopping dead and looking like a strange statue whenever she glanced up toward it.
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~The Warehouse~
Two Rebellion technicians lurked in the shadows of the warehouse, around the old console and comms system they used to keep in touch with Exo. It was old, and thus ideal - the Brotherhood was so obsessed with it's advanced technology that older radio systems could be used and the Brotherhood would never think to check them...
"That thing gives me the creeps." commented the younger of the two, a human somewhere in his early 20s.
"The 'bot, Exo?" the other replied, this one a white-furred feline somewhere in his late 30s.
"Yeah. It's... kinda unnerving."
"Learning artificial intelligences start off like that, but then they grow. At the end of 10 years you can have a psychopathic warmachine or an administrative genius. The important part is the first two or three years." said the older, obviously a little more experienced, "I'm not sure which route our friend there will take."
"Let's hope it's not the former."
"He's not showing any signs of uncontrollable rage and anger so it's a good bet that he's not going down that path yet." the older smiled as he looked back to the console, tail swishing idly. "Now, let's see if the bird takes the bait."
"Sooner rather than later, I hope."
"Patience is a virtue, my friend."
"Yes, well..." the younger shrugged.
The older muttered to himself. "Humans... impatient animals..."
After standing around for a minute or so, Jexx decided to simply go back to his usual standby: Find a high place, and wait for something interesting to happen. After getting up onto the roof of a building, Jexx jumped around roofs until he found a tall spire to climb. He got to the top, and alighted on it. There he sat, scanning the city before him...watching...waiting...
After a long while, Jexx would eventually notice that someone down below was looking up at him. Seems this guy wanted to be noticed. He doesn't look like he's from the Brotherhood. Rather he looks like he'd blend in with a crowd. Rebellion? Was he worth checking out?
~~
The zealots approached the door.
"Think it's strong?" One asked.
The other brought his rifle up.
"Just get your gun out. Strong or not, it's going down, and coming with us." He said.
The other brought out his rifle and knocked on the door hard, both guns aimed at the door.
~~
Morgan's messages were the usual things. Bill, spam, job offer, spam, spam, spam, you've won a million credits reply now, spam, spam... and one other with a subject line of "Join the Rebellion". The contents of the message contained the usual rebellion propoganda, but what sets this message apart from any other is that this one addressed Morgan by name, and provided a real address... to an abandoned warehouse.
Mister heard their entire conversation from his corner of the lobby and, had he the required points of articulation, would have frowned. Guests did not arrive armed. That was nothing more than purest rudeness. Then again, the Master at times had friends over to join him in hunting. These did not act like associates of the master, though. They were course in voice and manner, and seemed most unbecoming. Hesitantly, Mister crossed the room and opened the door.
The first of the zealots fired on sight. Fortunatly, he was too surprised to point the gun anywhere other than directly at the door and thus missed the golem by inches. Mister's reflexes were not nearly so sluggish, one hand snapping palm out forward toward the offending zealot.
In a completely different world, Jakob and Azrael fussed over the console in their arctic research lab. Behind them, Ashley ran through a series of diagnostics and consulted the source code, but to little avail.
"It's the compensators," he said. "It must be. I guess we still just haven't got them to work as effectively as magic would."
Azrael swore. "We'll get there in the end. I guess we'd better shut down now as the power coupling is starting to overheat again."
Resurrected as an android, Azrael had lost his magical abilities. For the most part he didn't mind, but he did miss the ability to create portals, and since he couldn't even identify the correct type of enchanted crystals by himself anymore, he had been developing a system to create portals that was based entirely on regular physics. Besides, they could probably even sell the technology as a star-drive.
The warp system was a curious mixture of technologies. The computer systems were state-of-the-art about two hundred years earlier but still adequate for the job. This went hand in hand with quantum memory storage, repair nanites and the valve technology used in the power couplings. It could have been designed to use transistors of course, but added complexity was something Jakob hated, or he would probably have replaced the computer.
Vacuum tubes were simpler and cheaper for amplifying and modulating the megawatts of power that it took to open an interdimensional portal.
"I've lost contact with the probe," called a voice over the intercom. "I'm going to fetch it."
"No, Dorcan!" yelled Ashley. "Get back here. We're going to have to shut down!" There was no reply.
The doberman stepped gingerly through the portal, immediately catching a glimpse of some furless pink creature in the distance. Humans! he thought, and quickly stepped back through the portal before they could see him. Once he had been an incubus, but now, like Azrael, he was a machine, so he was forced to stick to a more conventional mode of disguise.
He donned a hooded robe and some gloves from the store cupboard. With the hood down it concealed his animal features and he could probably be taken for a human from a distance. Satisfied, he strode back into the Gate and the unknown world beyond.
The probe could be up to a hundred feet by now, but he had a signaling device and quickly located it.
Taking care not to tread on it, he tucked the small plastic vehicle under his arm, wondering yet again where the thing had come from originally. Jakob had obviously modified it quite heavily which might account for why it had no tracks even though the word 'bigtrak' was written down the side of it.
Just as he approached the Gate, one of the valves blew in the power-coupling system. For a few seconds the other two shared the load in a doomed attempt to take the strain, the glass glowing cherry-red until they quickly followed suite. The gate flickered and vanished as though it had never been.
"Oh shit," said Dorcan. Back in his home universe, Azrael and Jakob uttered exactly the same word.
When the explosion happened, Griffith was a block and a half to the south, waiting for a bus. The explosion rattled his bench, and produced a deafening roar to the north.
"Fuck."
Griffith got up, and walked toward the now burning house. A small crowd of onlookers had gathered around the scene.
The explosion had destroyed most of the house, and the fire had little left to burn. In the distance, he could hear a familiar mixture of screams, shouts, and sirens.
He looked at the scene and sighed.
"I can't believe I forgot my fucking camera."
Griffith started to walk back to the south, whistling.
During Victor's search, several hits for the rebellion came up. Their listings displayed the usual propoganda as well as generous commissions, bounties, and getting in full time with the rebellion with good pay. Though they don't list anything about a pension or long-term benefits.
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It soon became obvious that someone was following Griffith. The person soon caught up with him and walked up along side of him.
"If it's pictures you'd like to see, I've got many." He said.
He produced a small palm-sized screen and clicked a button. It began a slideshow of other demolished homes and buildings.
"This isn't out of the ordinary for them. Want to do something about it?" He asked.
~~
The next thing Dorcan heard was several clicks as many Brotherhood weapons were pointed at his head. Before he could react, he was hauled away and lead to room that contained a chair and several tools that appeared to have only one purpose: interrogations. One of the Brotherhood zealots waved the others away.
"I got this one." He said in a monotone voice.
When the others left the room, the zealot walked over to the door and seemed to be listening for them. He then turned and then pulled his hood back and pulled off his facemask. He was a young cat, calico, with brown hair.
"Alright, I'm getting you out of here. I don't know where you came from but you came in at a very bad time in a very bad place. This is the Brotherhood tower, I'm with the rebellion. They're the bad guys and they'll probably want to kill you." He said.
He approached a section of the floor and pulled up a hidden handle. The tile came up revealing a trap door.
"Get in and follow the tunnel out of here. I'll keep them occupied. Get yourself to the abandoned warehouse 19 down the road. You'll know it when you see it. Our people can help you." He said. "Go now, there's no time for questions!"
The zealots on the other side of the door began knocking and then pounding on the door.
~~
Mister had caught that zealot off guard and caused him to fall back. But the other brought his weapon to bear.
"Awright, time for you to die, magic scum!" He shouted as he pulled the trigger.
Selecting one of the contracts, Victor copied the contact point to his memeory then wiped the entry off the screen.
"Warehouse 19 huh."
Picking up a dufflebag he kept packed for long jobs he folded the stock on his MAS12 and placed the dualbarreled semi-auto shotgun in the bag with several drum mags.
Straping the Viper5 to his leg, he made sure the E-cell was fully charged, and ready as well as the two spares in the holster.
Turning out the lights he looked longingly at the MAWS. "Sorry partner can't take you on this job." Closing the door he started walking towards the warehouse district.
Dorcan didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing the probe he leapt down the tunnel and fled at a remarkable pace. Most mortals could manage a burst of speed like this, but none of them would be able to sustain it and even if they could, they wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else, the blood flow being diverted away from their brains.
What the hell was that about? he wondered. Who were those people?
Dorcan had seen Jakob's videos of Earth although he hadn't been there himself. Although Jakob admittedly hadn't done much exploring, he had yet to visit a world which had both humans and furres lived together. Usually it was either one or the other.
The feline had said they were 'the Brotherhood', but why would they want to kill him? The cat had been in disguise, though. Obviously a militant anti-furre group, he reasoned.
Pulling the hood tight around his face, he emerged from a manhole and quickly spotted the industrial estate. There was no-one around, but that could change at any moment and running would only make him look conspicuous, so he strode casually towards the warehouse and knocked on the door.
What am I going to tell them? he asked himself.
OOC: Goddammit, I am so fricken late...
Jexx was still up on the spire, scanning the city and contemplating. He didn't have any cybernetic implants beyond his limbs, save for the basic neural intefacing for them, so he didn't have anything in the way of optical enhancements, or synthetic audio receptors. Nevertheless, thanks to good genetics, he did posses slightly above-average eyesight.
Which is why when, for one moment, he looked straight down...
He saw one face looking up, right at him.
"Oh..." Jexx stuttered, cursing. His mind was in a total frozen lockdown, taken completely by surprise. Who the hell was this guy? How did he see Jexx? Jexx was just high enough and keeping just still enough that most people should mistake him for a statue or something. Jexx though for a moment this guy might be looking at a bird or something, but the man's gaze never left Jexx. There was no doubt. He knew Jexx was right there, and this guy could see him clearly. He most likely had optical implants of some sort.
When Jexx's mind began moving again, albiet like a chrome-snail, his first though was to get the hell out of there. This guy could be some sort of Brotherhood spy! But no, Jexx thought, if he is with the Brotherhood, he would tell them about Jexx. And Jexx had made it a point in his two-year-remembered life that he doesn't leave witnesses. But even as Jexx observed the man, who seemed strangely calm, Jexx just barely made out that he was dressed in the rugged, baggy type of clothing that the Rebellion prefers.
Still completely confused, Jexx came to only one conclusion, and one course of action. Hell, if this guy can see me, he can see this. Jexx held out his left handcannon, pointing is straight at the stranger. Jexx morphed his right cannon into a hand, and, with his left handcannon still clearly trained on the mystery man, Jexx began slowly climbing down the spire.
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It soon became obvious that someone was following Griffith. The person soon caught up with him and walked up along side of him.
"If it's pictures you'd like to see, I've got many." He said.
He produced a small palm-sized screen and clicked a button. It began a slideshow of other demolished homes and buildings.
"This isn't out of the ordinary for them. Want to do something about it?" He asked.
"Sorry man, I'm not a humanitarian. Plus, I never work for free."
Griffith took out a water bottle and took a long swig.
"Assuming, of course, that ya'll have a use for a retired Navy Amphib."
Griffith stood back a little and watched.
Let's see how much the guy offers.
"Magic scum," were certainly not the words that a guest of the Master would use. It could only be assumed that these were burglers, or part of that pro-alchemy movement he had heard tale of so many years ago. Either way, they must be dealt with.
The contruct's arm was already outstretched. It was the work of but a moment to slam said limb sideways (although still being careful not to damage the molding around the doors, it was quite expensive as he recalled) into the other zealot. The rifle fire went wide, smashing a gas lamp to the side of the door. Fortunately, the gas wasn't on in that particular light, preventing a nasty explosion. It did get Mister's back up. The nerve of these brutes! That lamp would take months to replace!
The first cultist was rising again, and the other had prevented his falling completely by throwing himself toward the wall. Fortunately, Mister was if anything resourceful. He quickly shifted onto one ankle wheel and executed a rapid spin in place, limbs flailing out to catch both members of the Brotherhood in a whirlwind of iron fisted blows. When it became apparent that the intruders were thoroughly incapacitated he slowed down and stopped, his whirling coming to an end with a sound not entirely unlike a teapot recently taken off of the stove. He picked both intruders up by the hoods of their robes and kicked their weapons further away from them, and checked for a pulse. By law, one did not simply hang or hex intruders nowadays, but apparently he had once more overexerted himself. He looked around at the damage that they had done after being knocked into the flower arrangements, the hole in the wall and the smashed lamp from their shots, and gave a tinny-sounding sigh. Always more work to be done about the place.
An idea occurred to the construct. The compost used in gardening is as important as the soil. This was why one regulated the compost heaps just as closely as the rosebushes one planted nearby to mask the aroma. These two intruders would probably enrich the current nutrient balance in the heaps by a great deal. That was how you do it, Mister thought to himself as he strode off, once more possessed of that "would whistle if I could" feeling. Always focus on the positive.
Morgan routed all of the spam into the trash and blocked the senders, the job offer was nice, but he really did not want to travel to a place with Paradise in the name, they really ever were any type of area like that. More junk, million credits won, sure.
The last email was was worrisome. Speaking to no one in particular as he reviewed email in his internal systems, Morgan stifled a small chuckle, "This had better not tell me to follow the white rabbit."
The email was sent from some anonymous sender or zombie mailer and was entirely untraceable. Checking his firewall appliance's upstate and the settings on his software one as well, he reluctantly opened the message, hoping the dozen or so virus and other malicious algorithm detection software was not triggered by some hidden payload.
While this computer work was being done, Morgan had physically begun to boil some water for pasta and had a small amount of meat sauce simmering. He munched on some chilled champagne grapes as he prepared to review the odd message.
Opening the message in cyberspace coincided with Morgan adding a dollop of olive oil to the boiling water and vermicelli noodles. The message was clean and mostly propaganda, but he was surprised to find a real address.
He had never been to this particular location, but he accessed the global mapping system and downloaded a three dimensional schematic for the warehouse and the surrounding area. He used an anonymous business account and not his own to access the map data.
Morgan made note of three observation points he should check to make sure this was not some trap.
"If they know me, I should perhaps find out what they want."
Morgan finished his small meal of spaghetti, salad and grapes (grapes were almost always present).
Changing into dark casual wear, he paid a visit to his small, shielded and hidden room. He had planned on milling a few more shells tonight, but that would have to wait. He strapped on his shoulder holsters for the pistols and grabbed the special armored case, it would weigh a ton for most normal people.
In the garage he went from his inside house entrance, Morgan placed the heavy case in its special concealed spot in the trunk and covered it back over.
Morgan was known to club at nights, so his leaving now, though a bit early, was not unusual. The drive through the city was typical and he kept to normal routes. The maps downloaded to his computer system played out the route in his mind's eye.
Arriving at his destination and a good bit away from the target area, Morgan turned off his lights and pulled into another abandoned warehouse and concealed his vehicle. He exited and activated the security system, he also enabled the A-NAV, so he could remotely call and operate the car as needed.
As quiet as a fox, Morgan quietly and carefully examined his target points for any unusual people or concealed observation equipment. though appearing human, his reflexes and physical abilities were far superior due to his species origin and cybernetic enhancements. He observed his first point, then second and finally third before readying himself for the final approach for the "meeting".
Gidget met Baiye down on the street, his short mechanical legs moving in perfect robotic sync. He looked slightly perturbed, but he trotted up faithfully to Baiye, seemingly the typical canine. Baiye grinned at him, his ears flattened to his skull, and his jaw set in a sarcastic grimace.
"Now what?" he drawled at Baiye, swinging his head up toward her.
"Now..." she breathed as she slipped on the headset the cainoid had brought her "We go somewhere we probably can't turn back from." She pulled up on her fingerless gloves, breathing deeply. "Come on. We have a date with destiny."
"You know that sounds really cheesy coming from you, right? You're more of a 'Let's move' person anyways." The dog flashed a rather odd grin back up at her, and she narrowed her eyes in response. After her glare recieved no recognition from the crazed AI, she rolled her gray eyes and started walking to the address the note had indicated.
Gid did a quick double take after her, and quickly jogged up to her heels, his shoulders parallel to her short leather boots. He followed his creator as they rounded the corner in front of the warehouse, where he stopped short and cast her a strange look as she kept walking.
"Why here? Rent too costly downtown?" he quipped, his ears folded back again.
Baiye looked back at Gidget, exasperated. Stupid dog was afraid of nearly everything. She rolled her eyes and motioned with her chin to head inside.
Slowly Baiye slid the huge warehouse door open; robot dog quivering at her feet, tail tucked between his legs. She slid her headset down over her eyes... hopefully that new infrared camera had been worth the money she spent on it.
Dorcan knocked on the warehouse door again. Was it the right one? 'Nineteen' he'd been told, but there was no reply so far. He listened carefully for any sounds within the building.
When he was alive, Dorcan's hearing had been somewhere between that of a human and a feral canine, sensitive and capable of hearing up to about 35 kilohertz. After his death it was about the same - Jakob and Ashley had taken great care to try and replicate the hearing of a normal Being or Creature. After all, the blessing of resurrection would be somewhat marred if you came back hard of hearing.
So although a human wouldn't have heard the faint scuffing behind him, Dorcan suddenly turned to to see a red-haired man observing him. He was armed. Dorcan spun around in a panic, the hood flapping against his face and betraying the nonhuman shape of his muzzle.
"Oh gods," he yelped, placing the bigtrak between his knees and raising a pair of brown gloved hands. "Don't shoot! I surrender!"
The man eyeing Jexx simply turned and calmly walked down the street. After a few steps, he turned and gestured for Jexx to follow. He seemed to be heading towards the warehouse district.
~~
The man didn't even turn his head to speak to Griffith.
"Everyone has their uses in our organization. Humanitarian or not, these guys are a threat not only to everyday folks, but eventually to you too. One day they may just decide that you're in the way, and poof, you're no more. And as for money, we pay well, and you can keep what you find." He stopped talking for a moment and finally looked over at him. "The Brotherhood has a lot of advanced technology that I'm sure you'd be able to put to good use."
He produced a folded piece of paper and shoved it into Griffith's hand.
"No one works for free for us. We pay hard credits and lots of 'em. A man with your skills can go far. If you're interested, go to that address." He said.
The man turned down an alley and disappeared from view.
~~
After the scuffle, both zealots weren't actually killed, only knocked out. One of them regained consciousness to see that he was being held up. His hands shot behind his back and came out with a detonation pack. He hit the primer and tossed it.
"Praise techonology! Praise Mother! Praise God!" He cried out as the pack flew.
The pack exploded.
~~
The door to the warehouse opened and on the other side stood several armed rebellion men and one man in uniform who looked very important. Noticing the exchange, he sighed.
"Alright, alright, get inside before someone sees you." He said.
The armed guards backed off and the important guy took a step to the side.
"Welcome to the rebellion, gentlemen. We are still waiting for a few others to decide to take our offers, so come in, have a seat, relax." He said.
He looked out the door and caught sight of someone coming down the street. (OOC that would be Victor and Baiye he sees.)
"Ah, more arrive as we speak." He said as he waved at Victor and again at Baiye.
Checking that no one other than the silver haired girl and her cainoid, (who seemed to be heading for the same warehouse) Victor hurried over to the man waving at them.
"Rebellion?" said Dorcan, removing his hood and blinking. He sounded confused. "You guys are furre sympathisers, right?"
As Jexx got close to the bottom, the stranger began walking away, but then stopped for a moment to gesture for Jexx to follow. Jexx finally got to the bottom and took off after him.
Jexx followed the man though twisting alleyways and streets. Jexx was barely able to keep up with him, the man was already turning the next corner everytime Jexx turned the last. I have really got to find a different lookout so people just can't look up and see me, Jexx thought, That or investing in personal cloaking technology and some new enhancement implants is really starting to sound like a good idea. Jexx still followed the man, barely keeping behind him...
Well, that guy was a bit rude.
Griffith silently watched the mysterious intruder stroll down an alley, out of sight. He looked at the paper that he was given.
South Telegraph Drive... Where the hell is that?
Griffith saw a parked taxi on the corner of the block. He approached it, hailed the driver, and entered.
"664 South Telegraph. Oh, and make a stop at 530 North Corridor. I need to pick up something."
OOC: I suppose the warehouse bit is about my sneaking about...
Morgan grinned a bit sheepishly and scratched the back of his head as he entered the warehouse, "spotted me a mile away huh? Well no one said software engineers were very good at sneaking."
Morgan chose to play it safe keeping to his current persona of Morgan Kell a Zenithsoft software engineer. Perhaps the rebellion just needed a convenient and decent hacker and shadownet troubleshooter like his sometimes handle of Huxian. He was still not sure of their motives, or necessarily who was right, but the rebels made an effort to contact him and that spoke for a lot in his book.
As he walked, talked and played his selected role, Morgan observed the number of men. He watched their subtle queues as they subconsciously reacted to the presence of any concealed guards. He also took note of his observations of them, using his tactical computer and enhanced optics to analyze body mass, shape, posture and countless other factors to measure armor, concealed weaponry and estimate cyber potential.
Morgan made note of the exits from this room and his relative position to them, in case this went sour or was a trap, he had a few ways out.
As the blast went off, Mister heaved both zealots ahead of him and threw himself to the ground, not far away. Close enough to both ensure the criminals were in a state acceptable to be given to the authorities and recapture them when bits of world stopped flying past.
Baiye hesitated at the waving man - seemed others were filing in alongside her.
This was getting more strange by the minute.
Warily, she peeled the scaredy-cat corgi off her legs, hauling him up into her arms, and followed the rest into the warehouse, crossing her fingers.
((Sorry for being late. ^^))
The man looked at Dorcan and shook his head.
"Wow, you really are from another world. Come on inside." He said, leading the group of people inside the warehouse.
There were armed and uniformed rebellion members all over the place, some of them were various furs, the rest were human.
[OOC - FYI, in this world both furs and humans make up the population of the world.]
The group was ushered over to an open area with plenty of chairs. Several new faces were already there, some weren't in rebellion uniforms. Soon the warehouse fell silent as a man moved into view in front of the small crowd of people. It was none other than Jackson Phoenix himself.
"Welcome to the rebellion, friends. We'll go ahead and get started now. We're still waiting on a straggeler or two, but we can brief them when they arrive. My name is Jackson Phoenix. I started the rebellion movement, and am their leader. Now, I suppose you're wondering why you're here. You're here because we've noticed you. Each of you has a particular something that the rebellion needs. There's something about you that makes you unique, and individual and worthwhile to our cause. I won't ask you to work for free. You will be well compensated for your time." He says.
His voice carries all the way across the warehouse. He pauses for a moment to let that sink in.
"As you all know, we oppose the Brotherhood of the Machine. I'm sure you've seen the atrocities they've committed. Just today they destroyed the home of an innocent family. And even now they must be out there, somewhere, taking lives, tearing families apart, and making life generally miserable for countless people. This is where you can make a difference. This is where you can put an end to the suffering. Just sitting here before me today means you have taken the first step towards opposing the Brotherhood. You all know what they do. You may have even had personal experience with them in the past." He says aloud.
He pauses for another moment.
"But perhaps, this may not be for you. If you feel that you cannot do this, you are free to leave. We won't stop you. But if you want to make a difference, if you want to save lives, if you wanna stick it to those son's of bitches, then stay with us! Fight with us! Help us free ourselves from these oppressors!" He says.
His speech is responded to by cheers and clapping from other rebellion members. The applause soon quiets down.
"Are there any questions?" He asks.
~~
The driver nodded to Griffith and drove, rather recklessly, to the address he had been given. He stopped right at 530 North Corridor.
"Here we are buddy. Take your time." He said, patting his meter.
~~
When the explosion went off, and Mister tackled the zealots, a black vehicle skidded to a stop in front of the gates.
"Reinforcements!" One of the zealots cried out.
The doors to the vehicle opened and three more zealots came out, two of them brandishing flame throwers, and one holding a plasma rifle.
"The Brotherhood of the Machine?" repeated Dorcan. "I assumed they were some kind of anti-furre group. Or anti-Creature," he added dolefully. It was in just such a purge that he had died himself.
"By the way, how did you know I was an off-worlder?" he added. "No, scratch that... I guess the wings on my head were a bit of a giveaway, weren't they?"
He paused, trying to conceal them. They faded slightly and then returned... the patch didn't seem to be working properly any more.
"Well, whoever this Brotherhood are, they seem to want me dead. I can't imagine why, but it seems that my best interests lie with yours, at least until the others can re-establish the gateway back home." IF they can re-establish the gateway... No... Don't think like that...
"But before I commit myself, may I ask exactly what the Brotherhood want?"
Exo almost silently slid forth from the shadows, out from behind a pile of crates over near Dorcan.
"Reponse: The Brotherhood believe that magic is a sin against their machine `god`, 'Mother'. Thus all those who practice it, and those who would protect those who practice it, are to be eliminated. Unit would term this something along the lines of a 'Holy Crusade', albeit not quite so holy in the eyes of anyone outside the Brotherhood."
The `mech paused for a minute, eyes blinking on and off as it processed.
"Unit apologises for sudden appearance. Unit is designated 'Exo' by companions, you may address Unit as such if you desire so. Full designation E.X.O-2000 M.F.A.U - Multi-Functional Assault Unit. Unit is Brotherhood prototype, reprogrammed by Rebellion technicians and installed with learning artificial intelligence. Unit was exposed to propoganda of both factions as well as truths, in order that it best choose it's own path. Unit decided to aid Rebellion, due to the Brotherhood's unconventional and forceful tactics that have little logical reasoning behind them."
The voice remains fairly monotone throughout, until...
"Query: And you are?"
It perks up, sounding curious.
"Me?" said Dorcan, faintly alarmed. "Dorcan of Ja'Fell clan," he replied, before remembering that they probably didn't even have 'Cubi here, let alone clans.
"We were testing a transdimensional gate. I came through to recover our probe," he said, gesturing at the ridiculous plastic toy. "I guess they must had a major systems crash back home."
"I still don't understand why they wanted to kill me. I can't even cast magic anymore...." His headwings drooped. "D-do you think they detected my concealment and mindshield charms or something?" he sounded worried. If they can, that's going to be a problem. I'd have to be opened up to remove them and I don't want these guys to know I'm a synthetic yet.
"We got word of your arrival by way of our spy in the Brotherhood. I believe you met him, the calico that got you out of there. I believe they considered your sudden appearance in our world to be of magical design. As Exo said, they're on some kind of holy... or rather, unholy crusade to eliminate all magic from our world. You see, a long time ago, magic used to be quite prevalent in our world, until the great war happened which nearly wiped out the world. Everything was rebuilt though, using technology. And now these fanatics have sprung up, worshipping technology like a god, and have dedicated themselves to wiping out magic. They're lead by what we can only assume is a computer they call Mother." Jackson said. "We've learned a lot from Exo here, but still, it's not enough. We have to learn more about them. What do they do to the people who join them? What do they do with the magic users they take away? Who, or rather, what is Mother? There are a lot of unanswered questions here."
"Transdimensional? Unit finds this... one possibility for your arrival here that would incite surprise attack by Brotherhood operatives..."
Exo shrugs slightly, perhaps one of the most expressive things it's done in a while.
"The Brotherhood fears that which it does not truly understand. A fairly cliché scenario in which the party that cannot understand or comprehend a thing fear it and attempt to destroy the thing that may well be there to help them or protect them from an even greater, truly incomprehensible evil."
"Our information regarding the Brotherhood is as Mr. Jackson says rather sketchy as it is hard to infiltrate the Brotherhood without spies becoming neutralized rapidly or often losing contact upon entering the Towers. Obviously the Brotherhood do not want outsiders to learn what 'Mother' is without first becoming part of the brainwashed masses and thusly unable to reveal the truth. Unit's own information is somewhat limited, due to incomplete database at Unit's Facility of Assembly, prior to Unit's 'Liberation' by Rebellion and the reprogramming after."
"Unit knows little of what happens, save few notes regarding implanting process. This correlates with data... all attempts at interrogation of captured Brotherhood operatives have failed, due to the operative commiting suicide, often via verbal keyphrase detonation of a cortex bomb. Unit calculates other implanting and perhaps even grafting or replacement of limbs and internal organs takes place as an operative rises through the ranks, perhaps granting an operative superior capabilities 'bestowed' upon them by 'Mother' as gifts."
"I guess any sufficiently advanced technology can be regarded as magic," said Dorcan with a thin smile.
"But yeah... what happened to your agent?" Dorcan asked nervously. "Did he manage to get out?"
Individual and Worthwhile, hrm? Baiye doubted it. She herself was nothing more than good with her hands, somone who produced budget robotics and electronics. Nothing special.
Baiye glimpsed around the room as the floor was opened for questions - and her ears (as well as the large robotic ears of Gidget - who had seemed to quiet down a little) perked up at Dorcan's query. She herself had tried to avoid conflict like that as much as possible, so even she didn't know much about it - Gid probably knew about the subject though, seeing as he took it upon himself to update his database everyday.
Before she could do much else, the dog hopped off of her lap, obviously curious. He trotted over towards the hooded figure who had asked the question, and the large figure talking with him. He pulled up next to them, head tilted as he worked though his electronic mind how to react. Nothing. He hadn't planned this far. Crap.
"...Woof?" Gid's ears flipped back, a queasy smile on his muzzle.
Baiye's eyes widened as she suddenly realized that dumb AI was doing something stupid. Flying off her folding chair, she rushed over and scooped up the corgi, a blush rushing over her pale face.
"I am soooo sorry. Gid's somewhat of a headache. Probably my fault for buying an AI program on discount..." She smiled wearily, and bopped the cainoid on the head. "I swear Gid, you are such a failure." She sighed, exasparated.
Suddenly, she realized she was still next to the other two. Yeesh, they probably thought she was insane.
"I.. I'm Baiye Whytehawk. I'm just a robotics tech... I really don't know why I'm here. Gidget here's a Cainoid - er, canine android - I built, but he's obviously flawed..." She grinned, trying to mask her embarassment. Gid was in for it. Scrap metal.
"I'm not that bad now, am I? But as you said, it's your fault. I didn't ask to be this way." Gidget grumbled as he hung sprawled in Baiye's grasp, rolling his eyes.
Jackson looked to Dorcan.
"Oh, don't worry about him. He's been in tighter spots than that. He got out shortly after you made it here, and he's moved on to another tower. Perhaps you'll run into him again. He's very good at what he does." Jackson said.
He laughed when he saw the exchange between the corgi and Baiye.
"That little guy is very much impressive, quite a bit more than most of us can accomplish. Why, I bet with proper funding and better tools, I'd wager you could make an army of androids." He said. "Look around you, all of us have various mechanical things that need an experienced hand. You may find yourself doing more than you imagine. Even the smallest thing helps the movement."
Morgan stood up and raised his hand, "Hi, my name is Morgan Kell and I'm a simple software engineer for Zenithsoft. From what I know of this Brotherhood, they are seemingly single-minded in the field. They use the 'terror trooper' approach to their agenda. Their actions would have been construed as little more then terrorist acts a few years ago, but as you have noticed from the news and media, most of what they do goes unpersecuted by the law. This would mean they can manipulate the government, so their is the potential for innocent lives to be placed at risk during any confrontation. Speaking of which, what exactly will we be fighting? Will you be confronting operatives in the street? Assaulting Brotherhood compounds? Assassinating government pawns or high ranking Brotherhood leaders? Waging a virtual war against their digital constructs?"
Morgan paused and then continued, "I'm just concerned, sometimes the solution becomes the problem. One sometimes believes they must make some morally questionable acts when fighting a technocracy like the Brotherhood. I have noted your people are uniformed, well armed and carry themselves like soldiers for the most part. How well are they trained and equipped?"
"I'm glad you asked that question. What we try to do is more like guerrila tactics. We try to keep our confrontations away from areas where there would be innocent casualties. They, on the other hand, seem to have no problem with killing innocents. Try as we might, the government seems to turn a bind eye to this problem. Their official stance is that the Brotherhood's intents outweigh the 'incidents'. So, going through official channels is useless. The Brotherhood has too much sway in the government and so we are left to fight them on our own terms. We pick our battles. We go for stealth, infiltration, hacking, and if there's a need to fight in the open, we try our hardest to keep the fight away from the public. Most of the time we succeed, sometimes people get hurt. It is the nature of this particular beast." Jackson said. "We have been succeeding in our infiltrations in the towers, as Exo said. We want to do more of that. We want to fight them on their turf as much as possible, to hit them where it hurts: inside the towers. This is where you all come in. You're experienced in technology, in fighting, and intelligence. I'd like for you all to work together as a group, and as such, perhaps it would be the best idea for you all to get to know each other."
"I do have some experience with android technology," said Dorcan. "Probably not quite enough to build my own, but with what you already know it should be feasible. I know about actuator design, sensors, subcontroller design and a bit about the power systems. I don't know much about the AI side, but it looks like your civilization has that cracked," he said, looking at Exo and Gidget.
Griffith came out of his apartment block holding a large black suitcase, holding his Gardner Mk3.
He got into the cab, and gave the slip to the driver.
"This address, please."
Mister was shocked, to say the least. Reinforcements? That indicated a planned assault. The manor was under siege!
The construct slowly rose to its feet, keeping its hands visible as it assessed the situation. Its enemies were armed with weapons it didn't recognise, save for the plasma weapons the first two had arrived with. However, it could guess what they were for by the small, wicked looking pilot lights at the front of the yet more maelevolent looking implaments. Flames. How does one properly deal with... Flames...
They would burn the gardens, and from there the entire grounds would catch alight. Next would be the gas pipelines in the manor itself.
Mister fell to his knees and slammed his palms to the ground, wheels skidding on the paved path already. The machine surged forward, pipes shrieking as they built up pressure for a blast of steam.
Jexx was beginning to run out of breath for so long, trying to keep up with this stranger...
At the warehouse, a backdoor bursts open, interrupting the "meeting".
"Phoenix, sir," The man that come though the door says, "Another one is about to arrive." Then the man runs off.
Jexx turned yet anther corner, and ran right through an open door. Which then promtly closed behind him.
God fricken' damn... Jexx thinks to himself. He found himself in a warehouse, and there were quite a few people at the other end. Some of them were in unforms, some weren't. The one in the center, however, Jexx recognized, as everyone else would: Jackson Phoenix.
"Ok," Jexx says, " What the hell is going on here?"
The door burst open at the back, which caused a reflex action in Morgan that he barely stifled. His hands were quick, so it was doubtful anyone noticed, but the new comer distracted his questions.
"Congratulations, you have come just in time! We have hereby elected you to go and get pizza!"
Victor put his hand up. "Whats the terms of any contracts?"
The cab driver eyed the suitcase for a moment and then turned to face forward as he was handed the address. It was cab policy not to ask about stuff like this. They could get in trouble with the Brotherhood.
"Yes sir." He said.
The cab took off, and soon stopped at the address given.
~~
"Destroy it!" One of the zealots shouted.
The enforcer with the plasma rifle opened fire. The two with the flame throwers aimed right at Mister and let loose the fireballs.
~~
Jackson looked over as the rebellion member announced the arrival of another. When the doors went shut behind Jexx, Jackson smiled.
"Ah welcome to you. No need to be alarmed." Jackson said.
He made a motion with an arm towards everyone in the warehouse.
"Welcome to the rebellion. We've been watching you for quite some time. You're a most interesting subject, to say the least. We'd like to offer you employment." He said.
He turned to face Victor when he heard his contract.
"Payment rendered upon successful completion of mission objectives. We give you a mission to accomplish, and you go out and do it. We don't care how you do it, so long as your objectives are met. It's completely up to you. We're not going to micro-manage you." He said.
"Alarmed? Alarmed? I think I'm just a little bit past alarmed at the moment. I was just in a place where I thought I would go unnoticed, except I was noticed by some guy, whom I clearly pointed one of my cannons at to dissuade him from moving, yet he still just walked away anyway after gesturing for me to follow, and I couldn't justify to myself blasting him on the spot becuase he hadn't made any sudden movements, then led me on a high-speed foot chase throughout gods knows how many backstreets of this blasted city, then leads me right into some warehouse where he disappears, and instead I find some Rebellion gathering!" As Jexx was saying all this, several of the people looking at him blinked their eyes. Was it just a trick of the light, or were Jexx's red markings glowing slightly?
Jexx took a moment to catch his breath from his heated rant, and opened his mouth to presumably continue, but then stopped. If Jexx's makings were glowing, they weren't anymore. Jexx's red-pupiled eyes narrowed behind his low-sitting blacked-out glasses.
"You've been watching me? How?
Exo glances over at Jexx, it's optics glowing a soft red for a moment before switching back to their usual faint blue.
"Response: Your heat signature is unique and moves in unnatural patterns, and visits places normal people would not visit. Your climbing skill is, if Unit may say so itself, quite admirable."
It sounds particularly smug as it starts the next line.
"However, you seem to be inexperienced at stealth and lacking in tact. I suggest you evaluate your situation before making any potentially foolish demands."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, "You do not care how we accomplish an objective? Really? So say we were given a mission to prevent sensitive Rebellion information obtained by an unaffiliated hacker from falling into Brotherhood hands and we decide to destroy the apartment building the hacker resides in, eliminating all traces of data, but causing excessive death and mayhem in the process. The objective was met, though the cost is high. I would never operate like this, but your stance would allow such an operational posture."
Analysis complete on all assembled individuals.
Morgan manipulated the internal interface, each file was individual and accompanied by a picture. He amended each entry with a name if he had it, otherwise he made a note to do so whenever he obtained it. He thought to himself, I hate this part, so much to go through.
"So how much will we be payed and what kind of missions? I have a day job, a well payed one and it is handy to maintain appearances. If the operations could be long term, do we have any alternative options for legal, on-the-book employment? Do you have any affiliated corporate fronts, that are legal in the eyes of the government? Dummy corporations or even real companies to funnel operations through?"
Jexx stiffened at Exo's response, then glared at Exo's comment. Then Jexx's shoulders relaxed as Jexx looked down slightly and let out a held breath.
"I never imagined that it would be the Rebellion, not the Brotherhood, who would find me first." Jexx said. "The Brotherhood have no idea who I am; all they know, or think, is that there is some lone vigilante being a thorn in their side, because every single Brotherhood member who has ever gotten a clear look at me has not lived to tell anyone about it. I think the Brotherhood has occationally tried to follow me to find out who I am, but I've taken out any who tailed me." Jexx gave a slight chuckle. "I never thought I'd have to watch my back for Rebellion observers, too."
Jexx was silent for a moment, thinking to himself. "If I might inquire," He said, "How long have you had me under surveillence, and how much do you know about me?"
Mister continued barreling forward, releasing the steam before it was pressurized enough to do much other than burn a little in order to stop the oncoming flames. The blast left him with little pressure ready for powering himself, leaving him unable to swerve as his momentum carried him into the zealots and their van.
"Query: Why else do you think the Rebellion has been monitoring your actions?"
Exo glances at Jackson, then looks back at Jexx.
"Statement: You visited the Doc Umgah's "Restaurant" on North Corridor, two nights ago, at roughly 11:55pm. You spent 10 minutes inside, then left and exited into a nearby alleyway, from there you made your way to the rooftops and off into the city. Unit followed for another five minutes before withdrawing to deal with another assignment."
It sounded rather smug at this, then switched back to it's usual deadpan tone.
"Summary: Whilst your freelance efforts are for a worthy cause, a lone vigilante stands no chance of gaining access to one of the Towers and causing serious damage. You would be sorely outmanned and outgunned. You can continue your minor harassment of Brotherhood operations in this area, or you can join the Rebellion and assist in a much greater way to a much greater end. Currently, the Brotherhood's supply of recruits is practically limitless - no matter how many you manage to kill, more will keep coming. The only answer is to destroy the Towers and damage their reputation, to free the innocent from their reign of terror."
It paused, and did it's best to sound motivational.
"Query: Are you with us?"
Jackson seemed smug during Jexx's entire rant. And shook his head. He looked over at Morgan.
"I would expect you to figure out what is prudent and what is excessive in the handling of your missions. We would like to avoid any unneccesary deaths, but the job must get done." He said. "As for all that other stuff, that's details that will be handled at a later time. I'm sure you understand."
He looked back over to Jexx.
"How long have we been watching you and how much do we know about you? The answer is simple, really: long enough, and more than enough to think that you would be a worthy ally. Don't take it as an affront to you personally. You are a unique individual, and you possess abilities that can be used for the good of the world. You already don't care for the Brotherhood, why not have an entire organization watching your back?" He said.
~~
The zealots with the flamethrowers scattered. The enforcer opened fire, but got steamrolled (pun intended) by the oncoming Mister.
"Damn, what is this guy?!" One of the flamethrower zealots shouted.
"Just kill it!" The other shouted.
They opened fire again on Mister.
About this time another vehicle screeched to a halt behind the Brotherhood vehicle, only this time, rebellion members poured out of it.
"They're attacking the mansion!" One of them shouted.
They took aim at the Brotherhood zealots with the flamethrowers and opened fire.
"Thanks, man. Keep the change."
Griffith flipped the driver $20, grabbed his suitcase, and left the cab. He stopped to look around.
Jexx listend to both Exo and Jackson, then grinned slightly. "Long enough, eh? Well, if your robot here is telling me about the dangers of the Towers, then no more than a year, tops. I tried to break into one once." Jexx then smiled ruefully, "Nearly got my ass vaporized to Kingdom Come on that particular escapade. I didn't even have enough time to find what I was looking for."
Jexx was once again silent for a moment. "Am I with you? Well, 'with an entire organization watching my back'," Jexx grins at Jackson, "How can I refuse? But I do have one other question," Jexx moved closer to Jackson and Exo, and dropped his voice to a low whisper, "Have either of you ever heard about something called 'Project Fusion'?"
The man who had approached Griffith earlier approached him again.
"Ah, you made it. Come on, everyone's already here." He said.
He started walking over towards warehouse 19.
~~
Jackson shrugged.
"Just whispers is all. Project Fusion is one of those little things that we want to get information on. As I said earlier, we have a lot of questions about the Brotherhood that we want to get answered." He said.
Griffith turned to the odd-looking man, as they walked toward the building together.
"So, uh, what's going on? Is this a job interview, or somethin'?"
The man walked towards the warehouse and spoke without turning his head.
"Something like that. I'm with the rebellion. We've taken notice of you, and would like to extend an invitation for you to join us. We've already assembled a fine group of people inside. I think you might like 'em." He said.
Dorcan cast a nervous glance at the newcomer as they came in. "Far be it from me to question his integrity, but the more people you invite... Uh... What I'm trying to say is... Speaking hypothetically... Do you have a backup plan in case he should say 'no' and run straight to the Brotherhood?"
"No offence," he added quickly, with an apologetic look at the stranger.
At Jackson's responce to Jexx's inquiry, Jexx replied, "Well, I know of several Brotherhood facilities, a few of them towers, some of them not. While I highly doubt that they are the actuall locations of the P.F. labs, I have reason to believe that they may contain information, clues, or coordinates to the real labs." Jexx then got a deep frown. "Unless I blew up the only one in existance, two years ago..." Jexx's eyes unfocused slighly, as if he was looking at something in the distance, or deep in troubling thoughts. But a moment late Jexx was back to normal.
"But that doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is we are looking for the same thing, so I guess I don't have to ask you for your help in this. It is the only thing I want in exchange for aiding you; help in finding those labs."
Then Jexx stood back, raising his voice back to normal. "If you want to know why I'm so dead-set of finding them," he said, "Forget it. Those are personal reasons that I will keep to myself, for now. While you guys definately seem to be honorable, I've still only just met you. Maybe later, when you really have proven yourself of my personal trust, I'll tell you. But for now, let's just leave it out of the loop.
"By the way, my name's Jexx."
That's when another person walked in, and a Doberman in the ring said something about it.
"We are quite confident in our picks. Should the unforseen happen, we are well prepared to move to another location, and as you can see, we are quite able to defend ourselves in the event of a raid." Jackson replied.
He looked over at Jexx.
"We share a common goal then. We too are interested in this Project Fusion. We can help each other out here." He said.
Walking in, Griffith turned to the speaker.
"I will work for whoever pays me. And when I work, I'm good for it, as long as my employers are."
Stopping, he placed his suitcase on the floor, smiled, and outstretched his hand.
"Jack Griffey. Southbay."
Jackson approached Griffith and shook his hand.
"Jackson Phoenix. If you'll work with us, we'll pay you well. Welcome to the rebellion." He said.
He took a few steps back and turned to address the group.
"I'm going to go see about lining up some missions for you guys. In the meantime, please, get to know each other. If you need anything, just ask. If you'd like to back out, now's the time to do it." He said.
He turned and walked away.
Morgan made note of the new entries as his TC toiled away.
"I suppose I am in the rebellion now. Well everyone, I hope we have complimentary skills and abilities. I am Morgan Kell. I do hope we all can function professionally together." Morgan smiled, a somewhat pleasant expression, but still remaining neutral.
"So, you're bein' secretive about your past too, huh?" Jexx said to Morgan, grinning slightly, then turned to the group. "Well, my name is Jexx, and I'll at least say that I've been fighting the Brotherhood all by my lonesome for the past two years. And, quite honestly, that's it."
Jexx looked back to Morgan. "There, I've forked out what I can, and, unless you are some sort of Botherhood spy, I don't see why you couldn't share at least one personal story, huh?"
The newcomers were unexpected, to say the least. Still sluggish from his earlier blast, the most Mister could do about the oncoming plasma fire was stop driving, roll, and raise his arms to a defensive curl and let the brotherhood's assault slag parts of the limbs rather than his far more important midsection. After the first volley he grabbed up a pair of their dropped rifles, his oversized mitts allowing him to wield two as though they were hand weapons, and returned fire.
Morgan smiled slightly, crossing his arms in front of himself, "I have not been fighting the Brotherhood at all. I am a software programmer, applications programmer that is, for Zenithsoft. I do however, provide independent system access and data collection for needed parties on the side. I've never 'hacked' for the Brotherhood, but I have entered their virtual constructs and retrieved data before."
He turned to the rest of the team and spread his arms wide, "There we are, who's next?"
"Dorcan Ja'Fell," said Dorcan. "Since I'm basically an alien, I don't know if it's worth giving a greatly detailed account of my life story as it probably won't make much sense. In the 330 odd years I have lived, I have known persecution. My family broke away from our founding clan and we were marked for death. I have been hunted by others because I was a Creature - magical, I mean - and very nearly killed."
Dorcan hesitated. He didn't want to offer a direct lie, but he didn't want to reveal everything yet either, so he had settled on a half-truth. The only question was how much to tell them.
"The operation that saved my life cost me my powers," he continued, "but I think it was a fair exchange. It's left me reliant on technology for things I would have done magically before though, so I have spent the last fifteen years studying it more thoroughly that I did at the Academy.
"I was stranded here after an accident with a dimensional gateway that I was helping to test. I was going to sit tight and wait for the Gate to be reestablished, but the Brotherhood tried to kill me. I can see that they are of the same stock as the Mayor who ordered me to be killed, so even though I am new to this world and its politics, I have a vested interest in seeing them fall. In any case, I owe my life to the rebels and so it would only be fair to assist them in whatever way I can."
"Anyway. That's it in short," he explained. "I guess I can answer any questions people have, but to be honest, I'd be interested to hear other people's stories. It would help me become more familiar with this place."
Exo glances around, then speaks up a bit.
"Statement: Unit is known as 'Exo' to allies, full designation follows; EXO-2000, M.F.A.U - Multi-Functional Assault Unit. Unit was designed by Brotherhood Engineers as a sequel to the EXO-1800 project, a failed attempt to construct a series of robots designed to seek and kill mages. Data indicates the EXO-1800 project failed due to underestimation of the abilities of the mages targeted, although several prototypes were intercepted and destroyed by Rebellion agents. The remainder were never finished. Unit was the first and sole prototype of the EXO-2000 project. Prior to completion of the project, however, Rebellion agents raided the development complex. It was a remote location, far from Brotherhood support, and far from the Rebellion... or so the Brotherhood had hoped. Rebellion agents raided the facility and killed most personnel. They then proceeded to debate continued existance of the prototype and project. One group wished to destroy the project before it could be used. The other wished to salvage the prototype and project for the Rebellion's own goals. Eventually, a compromise was reached. Technicians would modify the chassis and wipe all Brotherhood programming, then install a learning artificial intelligence, and, after some time, exposed it to both Brotherhood and Rebellion propoganda, as well as the truth, allowing the aforementioned artificial intelligence to choose it's own path."
It nodded a little.
"Summary: Unit decided to assist the Rebellion. That is all that needs to be said."
"What, all I get to say is my name?"
Griffith spoke up again.
"As I said, Jack Griffith from Southbay. Ten years in the Navy Amphib, six in the Coastie's drug squad, and one doing nothing in particular. Just moved here three months ago.To be bloody well honest, I don't really care 'bout this little war you all have going on. But, I've got a feeling I'll like the work, so, uh, here I am."
Jexx nodded slightly at Griffith's comment about not caring about the war. "I guess that puts you and I in a similar boat." Jexx said. "Right up until now, I didn't care about the conflict between the Rebellion and the Brothehood, either. I have, however, always hated the Brotherhood, and, I'll say again, for reasons I will keep to myself...for now."
Baiye brightened up a little, setting Gid down, and taking her turn on the floor.
"Um, I'm Baiye Whytehawk, Mechanic and Robotics Engineer. My history is far from interesting - I make simple electronics out of scrap and budget parts. I personally have tried to keep myself away from this business as long as possible, but if I had to join a side, I would much rather choose the rebellion. I developed Gidget - A canine android on a rather cheap budget - and I've made a PC headset and some gloves that function as a keyboard. That's about all." She smiled hesitantly, and her eyes shot to the floor, a bit embarrassed.
Considering himself at LEAST as important as Baiye - Gidget also decided to introduce himself, though it was probably more of an ego-trip than anything...
"I'm Gidget: Prototype 001 D.O.G. - Data Organizing coGnitive robot. Baiye developed me a year or two ago, and I'm pretty much an encyclopedia on four paws. She calls me a budget AI - but being AI meant for an android in a dog's form has been entertaining, to say the least. I enjoy long walks on the beach and surfing the internet in my spare time. I have a relatively good knowledge of mechanics, myself - but I'm not gifted with opposable thumbs."
Jexx looked around, and his gaze settled on a somewhat short man in the circle who hand't spoken up yet.
"What about you?" Jexx asked. "What's your name, and do you have anything interesting to say about yourself?"
"Victor...Or Vic is ok, I'm just here for the money and a little payback" Victor held out his hand to shake the others and patted the top of Gidget's head.
((OOC: Victor's arm looks normal exept for the slot the blade comes out))
Dorcan looked at Gidget and smiled.
"Back home we have the R&D complex guarded by robotic panthers," he said. "Feral ones I mean, not humanoid. I don't know where their AI came from, but I suspect they were intended for quadrupedal forms from day one."
He looked at the small dog. "What kind of power source do you use, if I may ask?"
Gidget blinked at the pat - obviously pleased - and looked up at the much taller figure of Dorcan as he asked his question. He smirked a little and started his narration. Seriously - encyclopedia on paws.
"I have a system of Manganese-Based Lithium Ion batteries. There's seven in my - well, I guess you could call it a torso - that I use in a rotational basis. I typically "plug in" every night, updating my databases as well as charging - Somewhat like a music player, I guess. I could last around a week without a charge, provided I haven't used any really draining programs... And I like to keep a trickle charge on, when I can."
Baiye chuckled - "It's his Security Blanket, the wimp. He's fine if he's not plugged in every night - I may be a little on the budget side, but I always make sure it's efficient."
The dog glanced up at Baiye, pouting - and then blew her a rather odd canine raspberry.
"I'd like to think of it as a safety precaution. Never know when you're going to up and haul me on one of these excursions."
Baiye smiled and scratched the back of her head, her fingers interlacing with her silver hair. "As for the A.I. - I believe that Gid's programming was originally intended for a human-relations career, that's why he seems so different from Exo - he's supposed to act like a living being, with a human-like personality so organics could identify with him, as opposed to, no offense, Exo, but, a killing machine, or at least that's how your AI seems to be directed." She winced, casting her eyes down.
"But back to Gid: I'm afraid his extreme sarcastic streak comes from his four-legged situation. You'd probably have one too, being "born" into such an ironic situation - He'd probably be more 'normal' had he been lucky enough to have been purchased by someone else."
She became a little somber again though... gray eyes clouded and biting her lip, in contemplation of Exo's situation.
Exo shakes it's head.
"Correction: Rebellion technicians installed learning artificial intelligence. You are correct in that it was optimized towards combat, however, it is still in it's first operational year, and is quite capable of making significant changes over the first two or three years. The frame is, as you say, a purpose-built killing machine."
One of the techs sighs and shakes his head, then walks over and pats the `bot on the shoulder.
"What he's trying to say is that he talks like that because he doesn't know any other ways of talking. More a limitation of age rather than specific design... the learning part is extremely important here. The AI starts as any computer would... very logical and methodical. However, with careful attention and guidance, and plenty of time, you can 'grow' it into anything. You'll probably be stuck with him talking like that until he lightens up a little."
"Yes," said Dorcan, looking at the technician. "It is the same with the panthers. The younger ones are very logical and easily confused. The older ones - difficult to tell from you or I in a normal conversation."
"I'm a little surprised about the batteries," he added to Gid. "I'd assumed it was some kind of in-place power generation, although I obviously know little enough about the technology on this world. Did I hear someone mentioning fusion just now?"
The zealots and enforcer all scattered and ran. Some of the rebellion men gave chase. One of the rebellion members approached Mister.
"We knew your master." He said plainly. "He supported us. We've been keeping an eye on his mansion, to make sure that this kind of thing wouldn't happen to you. But they got under our radar somehow. In short, we're here to help." He said.
~~
Jackson sat at his desk, looking over pictures of the newest recruits. A woman in a rebellion uniform stood on the other side of his desk.
"We need to see what they can do before we have them dive in head first." He said.
"I suppose the easiest thing would be to have them investigate Northon." The woman replied.
Jackson nodded his head.
"The reports from Northon give me the creeps. But they may be able to handle it." He said, and paused for a moment. "They'll need a medic. Bring me Dr. Joywaves."
The woman snapped a salute and walked out.
"Fusion? Oh, you mean Project Fusion?" Jexx started, looking at the extreamly bizzare multi-winged doberman-thing called Dorcan. "When I talked to Jackson, I think I got the gist that not even the Rebellion really knows anything about it." Jexx glanced at Exo, as if wanting some sort of silent confirmation. "I, however, do know a few details about it. I should probably wait until Jackson gets back. He will want to hear about it too, I think.
"And no, it doesn't have anything to do with nuclear fusion power."
The raiders were fleeing in reaction to this onslaught of allies. Mister dusted himself off and let the rifles fall to the ground, then clasped his hands together and gave the apparant spokesperson for the rebels a low, respectful bow.
"I appreciate your aid, good sir," his voice had a slight, tinny echo with an accent most associated with culture. He was, after all, a servant to high society, "Am I correct in my assumption that you are those my master left to aid?" there was a slight note of hope in the construct's voice, "He left for some manner of battle approximately 1,000 years ago, and ever since the other retainers left I have been hard pressed to keep the mansion in repair for him. Admittedly, his return is unlikely, but..." It would take quite a bit to get around Mister's dignety and get him to admit that he had held out some small amount of hope.
The rebellion man shook his head.
"Not exactly. He left a good portion of his estate to certain people who wound up in our organization. So in a way, he was indirectly supporting us. I think maybe you should come with us. Your master isn't a part of this world anymore, but you can help finish the work he started." He said.
Mister was confused, "Leave the manor, good sir? But... My orders are to look after the master's grounds. Even if he is... not here..." the construct was quite distraught by all this; he and the master had been fairly close. Mister's first memory was being introduced to the master as his tenth birthday gift while he was still hot from the forge. What would the master do without him? Even if it was the afterlife, the fellow could barely remember to wear socks on a good day! "I cannot allow his grounds to fall into a state of disrepair! All of the retainers have left, and I am the only one of his constructs to maintain faith in my function and not ceace repairing and refueling myself. I can understand his wanting me to continue his work, yes..." the machine conceded, "But I cannot in good conscience leave if there is nobody to continue in my stead. Who were these enemies of my master?" He gestured toward the fleeing brotherhood troops, "for what reason would they wish harm upon him and his property?"
The rebellion man shook his head again.
"In short, they're the Brotherhood of the Machine. They don't like magic, and therefore they don't like you or who your master was. We're the rebellion, we're fighting against them. If you really want to look after what your master had, then come with us. The money from his estate has been well invested in our organization, and we could use something like you. Your alternative is to stay here, continue to fight off the Brotherhood, and eventually... possibly get dismantled by the Brotherhood, the hard way." He said.
"This is much to take in..." Mister looked around, reached out and rested one hand against the bark of a nearby tree. An apple tree. The master was always saying that if he was expected to have plants everywhere, they may as well be plants that can provide a snack, "I am... am... I require a drink. I expended a great deal of steam in defending the manor, and need to refuel. Would you gentlemen like anything?" He clasped his hands together tighter, shaking slightly not only because of the currently sporatic flow of steam through his systems, "The master kept the wine celler well stocked, and it would be unwise to let every drop of that go to waste before I... Leave." He forced himself to say it. It wasn't abandoning the master. It wasn't even being salvaged. He was to continue the master's work.
But...
"I would never be able to defend this place from this Brotherhood alone. The only course of action that will keep the estate safe would be to aide in the fight against the organization that has come for it. I will go with you, and when your goal has been completed I shall return to my duties. It would be... Proper."
In Jackson's Office
An otter woman in her earily thirties wear a doctor's labs coat comes into the office with a tray of fresh baked cookies.
"Okay Chief, I finished fixing up Pippin's chest and Mara's arm is saved and most in important, Hart got me some chocolate chips. So What is next? Did you get my medical bag? It has been a week, somebody should have been able to get in my apartment.", Asks Dr Joywaves chatty.
She was still nervous with these rebels, she would heal anyone. Yet, she had to help some wounded rebel, before she knew the Brotherhood was on his kneels, and his rebel buddies rush in to rescue her with the poor wound kid. She took a bite out of a cookie, yummy, finally something that will really calm her nerves.
"Cookie, Chief?" asks the doc.
The rebellion member rubbed his chin a bit.
"I have an idea. How about we station some men here to keep an eye on the place and keep it up for you. We can use this mansion as a meeting place, or an impromptu HQ, and you can be free to come help us out. Sound fair?" He asks.
~~
Jackson nodded to the doc and opened his desk drawer. He pulled out the medical bag she had asked about. It had been thoroughly checked out.
"There you go, came in this afternoon." He said, making a passing motion to the offer for a cookie. "There's a new set of recruits out front. Check 'em out. It's a pretty diverse group, so you'll definitely be on your toes. I'm assigning you to them as their field medic. We'll get you set up with whatever supplies you need, just ask. Go get them checked out while I put the finishing touches on the briefing for their first mission."
Mister bowed yet further. "That would be ideal. Thank you, good sir."
Josh walked up to the building he had heard about from a rebel. he go him to mention it to him after asking how to join. "excelent." he opened the door and proceded inside. i hope this is better than that fals lead i got from that other guy. nearly escaped with my hide on that one.
What is the world coming to? Thought Dr Sally as she look over the motley crews of anthro, creatures, and cyborgs or robots?
"Hi, all, I've got cookies for anyone, who good for their medical exam." announces a smiling chubby otter woman doctor in the doorway. She has long black hair with grey and white fur. She looks abit overweight due to her full frame filling out her labcoat. She is carrying a small medical shoulderpack and a large plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies.
"The Chief wants me to check you all out. So who is first? Come on The cookies are still warm?" the Doc teases them with a hot chewy cookies as she walks in. *sniff* "YummY"
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"Is this strictly necessary?" asked Dorcan. He seemed rather alarmed. "I mean, you don't even have a baseline physiology to compare me against, do you?"
"The 'Chief'? You mean Phoenix? Did he assign you as our medic or something?" Jexx asked. Jexx then glanced that the still bizzare looking, and quite unnerving, multiwing person. "I guess the Project Fusion info will have to wait. And what's your problem anyway? You scared she's gonna rip... all four of those wings of yours....off or something?"
The smell of the cookies wafted into Jexx's nostrils. "Wow. Those cookies sure smell good, even to me. And here I was thinking my nose was so clogged up with Brotherhood blood that I'd never be able to smell anything again. I supposed I'll go first, then?"
That's when Jexx noticed that the side door of the warehouse was open again, and someone was standing there. "Um, Exo?" Jexx said. "Is this another recruit?"
josh stood there with an odd look of puzzlement on his face. "who's with the what now? exams? i thought i was done with those when i graduated!"
Without hesitating, Griffith said "I'll go."
Griffith, who had been in the military for half his life, was used to routine examinations.
The bloody hell's up with those guys?
"Statement: Do not move."
Exo turned to face the interloper, moving to stand in front of him, optics switching to red, then dark blue, then orange.
"Scanning... two weapons detected, 9 millimeter caliber handguns, outdated design and model, plus cybernetic enhancement to arm and eye. Function unknown."
"Query: Why are you here?"
Exo folded it's arms and looked down at Josh sternly.
"If I am to heal anyone of you. I will need a baseline of each of you are now. So, I have something to fall back on,when you boys and machines play too rough with you toys." remarks the Doc. "but some of you may need a mechanic more then a medical doctor. Now, I can reconnect cyber-limbs to the body, but I can't fix the robotic in the device."
"Now, I am Dr Joywaves, and yes the rebel commander ask that I join your team on a field mission." said the doctor as she pullout her medical scanner. She place her hand on Jexx's read his vital signs and then his whole body. Only after the quick scan did the Doc notice the newcomer. She hands two cookies to Jexx and turn to the newcomer.
"Oh, Has the Phoenix seen you yet?" ask the otter of Josh. as she turn to Griffin.
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"Very well," said Dorcan unhappily. "But," he added as the doctor began to scan the others, "do you think you could possibly do mine somewhere more private?"
"who?" the wolf said still rather confused at all the goings on. "so i before i can chew gum and kick ass i have to have you fondel my good parts?" josh liked to joke "in the name of science i will submit to you will devil woman." he said.
"Private? Why? Jexx here is done and all I need was to touch his hand and chest while a sweep my medical scanner across him" stated the annoyed Doc. "I don't Fondel the good "parts" of anyone while I am working unles they are blown off And you mister "macho jerk" can wait over there and no cookies for you"
She turns to the Human, Griffiin, touch him on his shoulder, waist and his legs and her touch tingles a little as she scans him from head to foot. "My My such a healthy one you are. You are the baseline of Baselines".. "Okay the Next Carbon-base lifeform,please" saids the doctor as she hands Griffin three cookies.
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"jokeing aside can i just get this overwith so i can speak with your leader?" josh was getting annoyed.
"My culture has a taboo against reading people's vital signs before the vulgar gaze of the public," lied Dorcan. "If you insist we can do it here I suppose, but..." he waved his hands in a futile gesture.
"I am sure we can work something out Mr Bastfull? Once I am finished with the rest, we can go to my "office"" said Doc Joywaves... "I can give you all nicknames, all day, unless you guys want me to call you by your really names."
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josh sat down frusterated.
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"Thank you," said Dorcan, sounding relieved, and then furrowing his brow at the doctor's following remark.
"I realise that not all of us will have files," he began, "but I had thought Mr. Phoenix would have given you our names and descriptions. Be that as it may, my name is Dorcan. Dorcan Ja'Fell."
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josh sat down frusterated.
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Sally goes over to Josh, and touches his shoulder and sweep her scan over him. "You are done, and the Chief will be here shortly, have a cookies" said the doc as she hands over a cookie.
"Sure I have your files, all but Mr Macho, but it is polite to introduce yourselves." said the Doc
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Jexx looked down at his handcannons. If this Dr. Joywaves is calling that new frisky wolf guy 'Mr. Macho', what would she call him? Cannon Boy? Mr. Armcannon? Jexx quickly snapped his head up at these thoughts. Best to intervene now before she slaps something ridiculous on him.
"Um, instead of giving me a nickname, just calling me 'Jexx' is perfectly fine with me." Jexx said loudly.
Thank you Jexx? and You can call me Doctor Sally, or Sally when I am not working, that is when I am not walking around with this bag." the otter says with a cheerful voice and pointing at the medical pack over her shoulder
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josh was feeling more comfortable. raising his index and middle finger up as if raiseing his hand in class he said. "Josh. im Josh. and all my magi friends family and those who befriended and protected them were killed by this "brotherhood" and now the phrase an eye for an eye applies." Josh sat there feeling justified in his reasons for revenge. he also knew thats all he had to say. then he bagan to eat the cookie. "thank you marm."
Morgan sighed as the doctor professed a need to examine everyone via scanner, most standard scanning equipment could not detect his alloy lacing or internal implants thanks to sufficient shielding and radiation absorption, but invasive medical scanners find everything, from the traces of old injuries to cerebral implants.
"I suppose if you must, you may perform your scan on me. The name is Morgan."
Baiye winced a little - Oh joy. Being the only female around (save the good Dr. Joywaves) was rather embarrassing, even if it was only reading vitals. Woo Hoo.
"I suppose I'm up after Morgan... Baiye's the name. Baiye Whytehawk." She smiled half-heartedly and fingered the tips of her hair, slightly nervous. "And if you need anything regarding the mechanical state of affairs, I'd be glad to assist. And I can also assure you that Gid, that's him, doesn't have any problem to speak of - save personallity. Gave him a thorough check last week." She motioned towards the dog, who sat with a vacant expression on his face at her feet. Apparently he was testing local wireless connections.
He sprang back to life rather suddenly, his ears flicking back and forth.
"I am long overdue for a defrag..." Baiye shoved him with her foot at this point, rolling her eyes. "But I can do that just fine on my own."
The rebellion man gave Mister a friendly pat on the arm.
"Alright. Let's get you to HQ and have you looked over." He said.
The other rebellion members came back from their hunt. One of them snapped a salute.
"The enforcer got away sir, but we plugged the zealots." He said.
The one talking to Mister, who appeared to be in charge here, nodded.
"Very good. I want you guys to stay here. See if you can't get this mess cleaned up, and make sure the Brotherhood doesn't take this location. I'll send some more men here to work with you." He said.
The others saluted him and headed into the mansion.
"Don't worry about them." The remaining man said to Mister. "They'll do their best to make sure nothing happens to your home. Now, let's get going."
He lead the way to the rebellion vehicle, and as they walked, he spoke quietly into a radio.
~~
A rebellion member entered Jackson's office.
"Sir, we've got another recruit. Seems he's a magic user. Calls himself Josh." He said.
"Very good, we'll get him filled in and..." He said, and stopped short.
Jackson listened in on his headpiece and nodded to himself. Looks like there's something special coming in. Well, that's all fine and good.
"Hmmm, looks like we've got yet another one." He said.
He gathered up the papers he had been working on and headed out to the main area where everyone was gathered. Once there, he looked around as the doctor did her work. He located the new face and approached him.
"Josh, right? I understand you're a magic user. You, of all people, will probably be one of our most important members, specifically for your unique abilities, and as such you will have to be protected. So I will assign this group here to your protection." He said, motioning to the rest of the group.
He straightened up and took a few steps back.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, since it appears you've all decided to stay, I'm ready to brief you on your first mission. Before we get to that, does anyone have anything to say, or does anyone have any questions?" He asks.
"I do have one thing to say, or ask." Jexx spoke up. "When we talked earlier, I got the gist that you really have absolutely no idea what Project Fusion is at all. I however, do have a few details." Jexx gestured to the one called 'Dorcan" that Jexx will probably never stop thinking of as the bizzare, multiwinged guy. "He inquired about it while you were gone. I told him I would wait until you got back. But since quite a bit has been happening, and we are about to leave on our mission, should I tell you about it now, or should it wait for some other time?"
"What we do know about Project Fusion is very little. It's some kind of new implant technology that is so intricate that it's difficult to tell where a person ends and the machine begins. Beyond that, we have very little. What information you have will be greatly appreciated. We have a little time, why don't you share what you have?" Jackson says.
Jexx thought for a moment. As he thought, the Rebellion heard little more than just a name. Jexx wondered just how much he should say.
Jexx decided to tell them all the details he knew about the project... excepting how he fit into it.
"You are about half-right, Phoenix, about the new implant technology bit. But it wasn't just that. It was a top-secret Brotherhood experiment that involed slowly relacing a person's entire body with mechanical parts. But the nail of the experiment was that it couldn't just be any person." Jexx paused again. "I really don't know exactly what kind of person they needed, specifically, but... I did find a few, just a few, references to...magic. But I really, truely, honestly have no clue as to what that would really mean." Jexx added quickly.
"And that's all I know about it. And like I said, I'm very eager to find out more, probably even more so than you Rebellion guys."
Dorcan didn't have hackles anymore, but if he had they would have been raised. His leathery headwings fluffed out briefly before he could get them back under control. If they... they'll think... oh crap...
"Replace... the entire body?" he said, his voice warbling slightly. "Even down to the fur? Or skin?", he added hastily, remembering that much of the population was human.
Jexx cocked his head and looked quizzically at the odd reaction from the mutiwing doberman. This guy was getting weirder by the minute.
"Uh, yeah, the skin and fur are replaced along with every limb that goes." Jexx answered, in a 'Duh!' and, 'what does that have to do with anything?' tone. "Why? First it's the good docter, now it's just me talking, and you're on edge. Seriously, what is your problem?" Jexx paused for a moment. "Oh, I get it. Being dumped in some other dimention must have really thrown you off kilter, though if it were to happen to me I'm sure I would be handling it better. Just relax, man."
Dorcan gave a weak smile. "I'll try," he said. "It's not so much being stranded as being hunted. It gets to you, you know? You start to wonder who you can trust and whether people might suddenly turn on you..." he shook himself.
"Synthetic fur is only one approach and it's often difficult to get right. Another is to preserve the existing skin and fur and install the new systems inside... taxidermy, in effect. Of course it makes the sensors more awkward since you can't usually use the existing biological system."
Jexx nooded to himself at what Dorcan said. This guy must have been in some seriously deep shit back home to be like this. Jexx though.
The Dorcan started yammering something about artificial fur/skin.
"What are you babbling about?" Jexx asked. "They replace a limb with a robotic one after removing the old one. Get it? 'Fleshy thing get chopped off, shiny metal thing go on'. Though a lot, but by no means all, people get fake fur or skin put over a cybernetic implant, there are plenty of people who just don't care about asthetics, or like the metal look better."
"Bare metal?" said Dorcan with a faint smile. "How crude."
Well, we seem to have beat them in terms of synthetics, he thought to himself. Perhaps they won't notice just yet. If I can persuade the doctor to keep quiet about it...
" 'Bare metal? How crude?' Hey, I like this look, thank you very much." Jexx said in an only mildly offended tone, waving one of his handcannons around.
Jackson shook his head.
"I believe that this conversation would be better suited to a more appropriate time and place. Dr. Joywaves, how goes the initial check ups? I'm about ready to give you guys your first briefing." He said.
"Not my home," Mister corrected, "Even if he is no longer, this manor is my Master's home." On his way to the vehicle, he managed to get the attention of one rebellion member long enough to warn him that the garden needed looking after in a few places, that the antique gas system was prone to odd noises at night and that it needed no looking into save for the smashed lamp, that the various keys were in the lobby, that the wine celler was to be found next to the kitchens and that if they needed any further advice the manor ledgers were in the Master's old office on the second floor. These were soldiers; the second to last bit seemed like something they wanted and deserved to know. He clambered into the rebel's car and looked out the window at the manor until it was out of sight.
Baiye perked up, yet again, at the mention of the artificial fur/skin talk. She smirked and added in her two bits.
"I've been involved in that for a little while - or at least I'm in contact with someone who manufactures it. I always liked the more 'humanizing' - or whatever - look of something besides metal. It makes it seem more organic - not that there's anything wrong with being artificial." She smiled hesitantly, and launched into talk again.
"Gid's covered in biotechnically engineered fur from a real dog that's about his same build. Basically, programmed stem cells make a 'suit' of skin and fur - one that doesn't decompose, due to some additives that I have no idea about. Anyhow, he's covered in that, with some seams along his chest so we can pull it on and off." Baiye flipped her hair behind her ears again, chatting along.
"Well, I don't know about the entire concept, but it's all quite interesting... If you're interested in technology in our dimension, Dorcan."
Josh nodded to the leader. "good to meet ya. i didn't quite ctach your name though." josh sat there watching him. intent on what he had to say about this "mission".
Jexx looked around, startled at Josh's comment. "Wha- You don't know Jackson Phoenix's name? You can't be serious. Have you been living under a rock for the past several decades or something?!?"
"Smatter of fact I pretty much have. Ya see... My village was undiscovered by those monsterous machines for nearly two-hundred years! It was a nice peaceful city deep in those humid jungles, then the brotherhood comes trapesing in and everything goes to shit!" Josh was clearly riled. At the begining of his snappy response he shot up like a bullet and was yelling so hard by the end his throat was sore for a moment. He sat down again and cradeled his head in his hands repeating "f***" quietly to himself. "they're gone all gone..."
Jexx almost took a step back at Josh's screaming fit. Almost, but not quite. "Wow. And I though I yelled pretty good when I got here. But, there are posters all over pretty much every city with Phoenix's mug shot on them. How did you get here without seeing any one of them?"
"distracted". He seemed to be recovering. "haveing your whole world blown to ashed'll do that to ya."
Wow, thought Dorcan. And I thought I was the emotionally unstable one.
"Yes," he said quietly to Baiye. "I'd very much like to know about the current state of android technology here, but we should probably discuss this later on." And perhaps I can trust you with my secret...
Baiye took two steps back from Josh, wincing.
"M'kay!" Baiye responded softly - didn't want to set off the Time Bomb aka Josh by talking too loud..
"It's my favorite subject, after all. I love gears and wires and stuff. And this society has plenty of it." She smiled quietly at him, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah.... right-o, psychos. Ya'll wanna get a bit calmed down before we all go... wherever?"
Griffith turned to Jackson.
"Incidentally, where are we headed, anyway?"
The Doctor looks to Josh, "Okay, I can't do the psych eval here, but I will have to work some out in a week or so. And I have Baiye and Morgan next.. " She goes to Morgan first since he is the closest. Her scan looks like a standard issued, and her touch seem both warm and tingly as she touches Morgan's forehead, chest, and each leg.
"Okay, Baiye... Since Dorcan ask for a Private scanning, you can have one, too. We girls must stick together. Once the Chief is done briefing us. we can use that old office over there." said the doctor...."And Jackson, I need refills on my antibacterial shots and Is there anyway to get some more virgin Med-nites?, I have only got 10,000 of little nano... They should do me for a week barring a major emergency. I was fairly re-stock by the ER's drug storages, so I am ready to go. All these guys medical files will be updated before we leave."
Passing a cookie to Braiye, and waits for the briefing to be complete.
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The rebellion vehicle pulled up in front of warehouse 19 and pointed over at the doors on the front of the building.
"Well, here we are." The rebellion man said. "Go right in those doors and ask for Jackson Phoenix. He'll be expecting you. I need to go park."
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Jackson looked over at Josh.
"It's rather flattering to know that someone out there actually doesn't know my face. Anyway, we have reason to believe that your people are still alive. The Brotherhood hasn't actually openly killed any magic users that we've seen. Since their inception, they've only taken magic users away in their vehicles. They may have used the destruction of your town as a cover to take away your people. There is a chance that they are still a a part of this world." He says.
He waits for Sally to finish up and then turns to the rest of the group.
"Alright. I'm sending you all up to Northon. There's been some odd activity there. The people there are pro-Brotherhood... almost to a fault. The whole town is in love with them. Reports I've gotten from there make it seem like it's unnatural, like a brainwashing or reprogramming or something along those lines. I don't believe that a whole town would be dedicated wholly to the Brotherhood by choice. So I'm sending you there to investigate." He says. "Requisition whatever you feel that you will need to complete this mission. And as I said earlier, upon successful completion of this mission, you will recieve your payment."
As he talked a woman came up to his side.
"This is Mia, she'll take your requisitions and give you what you need. She'll also be the one doling out your payments. Any last minute questions?" He says.
Mia gave the group a polite wave.
"So, uh, we won't be shooting anything, then? I mean, should we pack anything in case?"
"The Brotherhood pretty much has a stranglehold on that town. Be prepared for anything." Jackson says.
Jexx examined his handcannons, in a way that suggested something along the lines of a mechanical equivalent of flexing and admiring one's muscles.
"Well, I'm all set and prepared for anything."
"Uh... do you want us to be, you know, stealthy? 'cause Mr. Jexx, no offense, does look a tad conspicuous. Plus, there's no way in hell my gun's passing a pat-down."
"Forget about me, if we were going to be stealthy, we would have to leave the bigass warbot Exo behind."
"I must admit I'm not exactly inconspicuous myself," said Dorcan, looking over his shoulder at his backwings. "The headwings I might be able to take care of... a canine motorcycle helmet could work, for instance, and we can probably hide my backwings in an empty backpack if need be."
"As for equipment, to be honest I'm not really sure, but I vastly prefer nonlethal. What do you have in the way of stunguns?" He paused. "If we're going to stealth this, we'll probably need some kind of intrusion kit... lockpicks and logic problems, if you have such things here."
"But there is still the problem of this guy," Jexx said, clanging a metal handcannon on Exo's metal frame, producing a highly audible resonating sound. "Which is why I doubt that we are going stealthy. And then, even if we left behind all unconcealable weapons, even if we did somehthig about your...uber wing problem...even if we somehow managed to scrape together some fake fur to put on my arms and lages and me consenting to morph my handcannons into hands so they will fit (which I won't), and even if we leave the warbot behind, we still are the strangest, most random looking group of people I have ever seen. We stand out, and there really isn't anything we can do about it. And I'm sure Phoenix would be aware of this. Which is why I conclude that we don't have to really worry about stealth. Am I right, Phoenix?"
OOC: And then there is Mister, whom we are still waiting on!
Jackson clasps his hands together as he walks over to a nearby wall that had a large map on it. He pointed up at where they were, which was circled in red.
"Well, we are here, and Northon is a few hours drive up this way." He said, pointing to the town of Northon on the map which was, not surprisingly, to the north.
He then turned back to the group.
"This is where you all decide how you want to approach this mission. Your objective is to investigate the townsfolk and then report back to me with your findings." He said. "Keep in mind that we don't want any innocent people killed, if it can be helped."
"Right, so will you be accompanying us or do you have a leader in mind?" Josh asked phoenix.
"Mia do you have any nine mil ammo?"
Jackson shook his head.
"No, I'm not going with you. I think that Exo, being the highest rank rebellion agent with you should be in charge. But ultimately, that would be up to you. Discuss it amongst yourselves. We will have vehicles ready for you momentarily." He says.
'That probably would be a good idea." The one thing Jost was THE most terrified was trying to lead a team of people he barely knows, lead them well, and make sure they all come back alive.
"In terms of strategy, I agree with Jackson," said Dorcan. "If these people are under some kind of encha- uh, mental control, then to go in shooting would be to kill innocents since they aren't responsible for what they're doing. I was always told that it was a sin to kill except in self-defence or dire necessity, besides which a bloodbath would not help endear the rebellion to the public at large."
Hmm, looks like I might get out of the medical... he thought to himself.
"Query: If the source of control is apparent, should it be shut off - either destroyed, or dismantled and brought back for examination?"
"If it is caused by a device and impacts an entire area, then retrieving the object may allow our technicians and workers to find a way of shielding against the effects, which may no doubt be an extremely important development should the Brotherhood begin using it on a larger scale."
Jackson nods.
"If it can be shut down, then do it. If you feel that you can't shut it down with your own forces then call for reinforcements." He says.
Mister entered the warehouse and looked around. Things were strange. It began to dawn on him just how long it had been since he had left the manor grounds. He politely asked a nearby secretary where he might find Sir Phoenix (assuming that a man of rank would most likely be one of title as well) and eventually found his way over to the room where the others were being briefed. He peeked around the doorframe, quietly assessing those there. Magicless constructs? Conglomorations of flesh and metal? The art of alchemy has improved while I have been busy...
He entered the room as quietly as could be, trying not to be noticed until he had to be; a habit any good servant developed. Not knowing which of those there was Sir Jackson Phoenix, he simply stood and waited for a break in the conversation to ask.
Jackson noted the entrance of Mister and nodded to him.
"Ah, looks like you're the last one to the party." Jackson said to him. "Come forward, no need to be shy. Tell us your name."
Mister stepped forward as asked and gave a low bow.
"The designation granted to me by my master is Mister, and I am a general purpose NA (New Alchemy) model steam powered golem, mildly customized by craftsman Aosga Menalich. As of twenty five minutes and thirteen seconds ago I am a proud member of the rebellion. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintances."
Dorcan looked at the golem with a mixture of respect and interest. "May I ask what your power source is?" he asked.
"I mean, what powers your boiler?", he added quickly, before the construct could reply 'steam' or something of that nature.
Morgan, who had been quietly observing the group, decided that now would be an opportune time to add his input.
"If we can locate a position on the outskirts of town, possibly in an house or mannor of some type, we can establish an operational base to coordinate our intelligence operations. Since a number of our operatives are not... typical, we should send in individuals or small teams to gather information and perform surveillance. Members such as Jack, myself and even Victor, if he keeps the arm concealed, are the most normal in appearance and likely the most capable. The good doctor, Baiye and... Josh, can pass as normal, but may not be appropriately trained for infiltration and intelligence gathering. Jack said he was former military in some fashion, so he could handle himself and Victor moves like someone experienced. Everyone else is either too unusual in appearance, magical or inexperienced in this type of operation."
Morgan paused for a second and focused on Jackson,"Do we know the layout of this town? Structures, businesses and the like. I would also believe that if we enter the town, it should be separately or in small groups. We should stick to those arrangements and take alternate routes back to our safehouse, operational base or whatever we setup. Or at least that's the way things should happen, if w were operating along standard military or government intelligence operations."
Morgan smiled and shrugged before waving at Mia, "I need a few minor things, I'll need light concealable armor of some sort." He produces one of his ion pistols, "These might be too heavy for this operation, so could you find me a HV 10mm silenced pistol or light gyro-jet pistol with HD rounds? Could you also make those ceramic or similar nonmetal, just in case there are scanners for guns. I also require a clean laptop/notebook computer, I'd rather not use my own. Last thing, I'll need some type of generic sedan or coupe. Thanks! "
Morgan observed the entrance of Mister, Now that is something you don't see everyday.
"An ongoing lighting jar simulation enchantment subtly woven into the glyphs that constitute my consciousness," Mister replied to Dorcan politely, taking the winged talking canine in stride.
"Thank you, sir," said Dorcan respectfully. "You can call me 'Dorcan.'"
He transferred his attention back to Morgan.
"If they are likely to have scanners for weaponry, those are liable to pick up augmentations as well, are they not?" he said. "I don't know what local policy is for those. Is it likely to give us any problems?"
"Pass for normal? What do you take me for? Some sort of anthro unicorn?" Josh was sort of laughing as he said that. "Hello Mister, my my my you judgeing from looks you're really well made for a golem. and i admire your manners. some of the rouges in here could learn a thing or two." Josh stood up and put his hand out for Mister. "welcome aboard."
Jackson nodded to Mister.
"Very well then. You'll be working with this group here. I think that pretty much fleshes you guys out pretty nicely, if I do say so myself." He says.
Jackson turned to the wall map, which was hanging from a roller which contained several maps. He flipped through the maps until he found the one of Northon.
"Ah, here we go. Northon isn't all that big, no heavy industry. We have the residential sections to the west and light commercial sections on the east. The Brotherhood's tower is on the north end of town. There is some uncultivated wooded area west of the residential area. You could probably set up a base camp there. Again, the details are left in your hands." He said.
Mia was busy jotting down everyone's requisitions onto a pad of paper. She looked up after she finished writing down Morgan's request for a laptop.
"We'll be providing you guys with unmarked vans, that should cover you for transportation." She said. "Anyone got any other requests?"
Jexx listened to Morgan's quite long and seemingly well-thought-out operation plan. Most of it sounded very good, but Jexx did have a problem with one part...
"Hey, I do hope you're not planning on excluding me from the majority of this operation, 'Mr. Military Man'. First off, of all the people going on this mission, even Exo, I have the most personal experience in combating the Brotherhood. Secondly, I think that even groups of three are too big. I was thinking on just pairs, or even singles for the best of us, as that would attract the least amount of attention. For example, I don't even intend to use the streets, where all can see me. I have been hopping buildings to avoid detection for quite some time, and I've gotten damn good at it. Normal people will never catch a glimpse of me, and I know all the tricks the Brotherhood uses to try to follow someone. I can provide a Jexx's-eye-view reconnaissance for you, if that is even the only thing I'd be useful at, but I hope not.
"But I will not sit with my cannons up my ass while you bash around Brotherhood bastards."
"I have a request," said Dorcan, unsure whether to address Jackson or Mia. "Something to conceal my wings. Does your level of technology extend to light refraction fields? If so, I'll need some kind of cloaking device to cover both sets. If not, can I have some scissors, a large backpack and a crash helmet, please?"
Mia just stared blankly at his odd request.
"Okay, scissors... backpack... crash helmet. Comin' up." She says.
Jackson shook his head.
"Unfortunately, we haven't achieved cloaking technologies yet. It was in the works before the Brotherhood rose up, but then research pretty much ended there." He says.
Mister shook Josh's hand, moving in that careful and graceful manner that large men often adopt out of necessity.
"A pleasure, good sir," his being assigned to this group meant he would probably have to learn to act as a soldier, rather than a servant. Mentally he went over the oaths of a knight that he had heard his master recite years ago. He would be sure to uphold them.
It occured to him that one of those oaths required a suit of armor. He looked down at his battered frame.
"Also, Sir Phoenix, I may be in need of some manner of repairs or upgrades in terms of defensive abilities. Combat was not amongst my origional duties."
"Mia, if I may, it would seem odd for a man to walk around with a crash helmet on for no appearnt reason so maybe you could supply Dorcan with a bicycle?" Josh interupted politely. "And it would be best if the back pack isn't a school bag. It should be one of those cloth bags.
"A large, hiking backpack would be best," said Dorcan. "Large enough for my wings to fit inside. As for the crash-helmet, I don't see anything wrong with someone walking down the street wearing one - going around with my headwings visible would be downright alarming though. That said, if anyone has a better suggestion for concealing them, I'm all ears."
"So what, are we going for subtle, or not? I mean, some of us are going to look mighty odd showing up, doubly so in a group. Dorcan's the least of our worries."
Griffith looked at the large construct that had just joined the crew.
Exo stands, processing idly as it tries to think up plans.
"Theory: If the Brotherhood seek to cover a large area with the influence of this control... Unit predicts that the transmitter, if the device uses some form of mechanically induced control, will, no doubt, be located at the top of their tower for maximum control range. If the control is strong over the inhabitants, going near the tower may be impossible for some, no amount of willpower will fight persistant control attempts. It is likely that exposure was slowly increased over time on the original inhabitants, so threat to the group may be minimal, however..."
It pauses.
"Query: Commander Jackson, do our mechanics have a spare Brotherhood I.F.F Transponder? With such a device, infiltration of the tower by an unsubvertable mechanical agent may well be possible. Unit is unsure if it's own such transponder is still functional, if still in place."
Baiye's head buzzed with all the sudden conversation. She closed her eyes briefly in order to think in the chaos.
"I'd like a pair of camera lenses for Gid's optics - I'd like his output to be as visibly clear as possible, should he be used in that aspect. I'd also like to make sure that we're going to have a wireless connection - untraceable, please - and I'd like to make sure my tool kit has sizes to fit everybody's 'nuts and bolts', should I need to do any repairs on the fly. Other than that, I'm good. - Ah, wait - a small handgun - That's about what I can operate." She gave a cringing smile to Mia - feeling a little guilty.
"As for plans - I can bring up Gid's optic connection - as well as his audial track and possibly infra-red, should anyone have a spare sensor handy that I can splice into him."
"Exo - Do you have an idea where your transponder is, should it still be there? I may be able to find it - it wouldn't take me too long - if you wouldn't mind me poking in your circuts."
"What? no! This is unacceptable!" Josh suddenly sputtered. Everyone Seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't care for the moment. He slipped a gove with blue tronlike mother board patterns on his noncybernetic hand. He then started like he was pushing multiple buttons. "No way in Hell your level 15 took on a level 60! Noob you got some splainin to do!" In his cybernetic eye Josh could see it clearly a key board, mouse, "moniter". He was on a forum for one of his faverite online games.
"Unmarked vans? Oh brother, that does not scream 'spooks' or 'covert ops trying to not look like covert ops', then I do not know what does. If it's what we get then we will have to make do." Morgan blinked and turned to Dorcan, "Weapons are usually a no no, but cybernetics are reasonably common..." Morgan narrowed his eyes, "now that's some interesting emanations."
Morgan would have continued his line of discourse, if not for comments made by Jexx, "I'm just making suggestions on what I might do if I knew anything about intelligence operations... which I do. The point here is to not roll in and start shooting up the town, the people and the Brotherhood. We will need to gather intelligence before we play vigilante, IF we play vigilante at all. You do not strike me as the type that can not help but stand out in a crowd. However, I am only making suggestions, as team does not seem to be some of our operational stances, I can not stop those that wander off to do their own thing and I know its going to happen and we will fail because of it."
Morgan stopped as it seemed futile, "Yes, subtle is my recommendation, but as most have already made up their minds as how they will proceed, I will then ask what it is we are doing, so..." Morgan smiled mischievously, "Frustrated Query: How is it that we are to proceed sir?" He stared at Exo as he imitated the 'bot's method of speech and vocal tone.
"Frankly, I don't know," said Dorcan. "I am new to this kind of work. Barring wholesale slaughter or a suicide mission, I'll go with pretty much anything. My only concern is attracting undue attention, although as... Jexx? rightly said, I'm not the only one with that problem."
He ignored Morgan's comment about his 'augmentations'.
"If it's a bit helpful, I still am officially a narc, until New Years'. I've got my ID, and everything. So, I still have an excuse to carry a gun with me. Fabricate a story about drug smuggling activity spotted near the town, and they just might be a bit compliant. I doubt the Brotherhood wants to upset the govvies yet."
"Best idea I've heard yet." Josh said still typeing away. "However certin steps will need to be taken in order for us to look like Feds."
Morgan scratched his chin, "Indeed, for that we will need valid and verifiable identification. For that I can..."
Morgan signalled his car, which activated and travelled at a reasonable pace into the warehouse from the vehicle entrance. It rolled up right next to him and opened the trunk just as he pivoted to reach in and scoop up his laptop.
"Select two members of the narcotics unit that are out on leave, disability or inactive... redirect the identification page to this one I've just created with my photo and information in its place, spoof the URL and I am in business."
The laptop unit produced a full color card with official looking designations and a verifiable USID, thanks to a little DNS poisoning.
He handed the card to Mia, "Can I get this laminated please? Acryllic embossed with gold reflec... like Griffith's. Okay, who else needs one? These will last about a week before they rescan and the DNS cache is purged."
"All things considered we may all need one." said Josh canceling out his connection and putting his glove away. "So when does the show hit the road?"
"Just as soon as Doctor Sally does her 'private' examinations with, uh, Dorcan and Baiye, I believe." Jexx answered.
"Well, If we are to get any imformation from the townspeople, I will need to examine one or a few to fine a common element for this control mind. Stealth maybe better in plain sight for some of us. I am really hoping this is not some cyber-virus *shiver* I will want to go one of recons if possible, likely as a tourist.. But I would recommanded not eating or drinking anything in or from the town until we know if it is safe."
Sally then walks to a smaller office just off the common area, and calls to Dorcan from the door. "Dorcan, in here please I've not forgot you. Braiye please wait, this should not take long."
Dr Joywaves was feeling better away from Josh, Josh was sending some distirbing feelings and thoughts, which Sally was beginning to feel uneasy around him. He is a good kid and all but he was beginning to get to her.
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"If that is the case we will need some water and provisions, Mia." Josh said. "Man, we'll be ready for the apocalypse if we keep going at this rate." Josh snickered to himself.
"My apologies for messing you around like this, Doctor," Dorcan began calmly as they entered the office.
"Mr. Phoenix will have to be told of course, but I don't want the others to know that I'm an android yet." He sighed. It was a very good sigh - he even exhaled. But his chest didn't move - the air being drawn in through his nose.
"I guess they will work out it eventually, but I'd like to stall this for a while until I can better judge what their reaction is likely to be. For now, I'm happy to let them think I have augmentations... which is true, in a way.
Do you still wish to scan me?"
"An android? Well, that explains the wings and stuff... The Scanner is also good with mechanical devices..Many of your -our team mates will be surprise I even know about a some of their cyber improvements. But you could have them remove your wings even temporary, for this mission. No? And don't worry to much about being an android to this lot, they all have something to hide.? Do you want Braiye to know this?" asks the Doc
The doctor does laid a hand on Dorcan and sudden Dorcan read the doctors feelings but also that the doctors sense his own feelings, something he like he would feel with another cubi. She just doesn't know how or what she is doing. she sudden pulls back in shock, when she see Dorcan reading her too.
"OH OH ah Well, If there is nothing I can do for .. for you , Mr Dorcan" stammer the Doc" Please send Braiye in " She opens the door and send Dorcan out.
"The wings are natural where I come from," he said. "although they do mark me for a magical Creature. When I was still alive, before my... accident... I was able to hide them by magic, which I had to because we were hated and feared by ordinary mortals.
While I probably could remove them, it would prompt some awkward questions. Especially when I put them back in. And no, I'll tell Baiye in my own time, if you don't mind."
As the doctor touched him, he found he was able to sense her mind. The doctor panicked and lost composure as she let him out.
Damn it, he thought. The others will notice that.
"It's your turn now," he said to Baiye, and sat down. The feeling when the doctor touched him had been so natural that it was only later when he remembered that he shouldn't able to read minds anymore.
"This place feels alot smaller the more time I spend in here." Josh said calmly and quietly so that maybe the three closest people heard. "We need to get going soon."
Exo turns to Baiye.
"Unit is not made for field maintenance, although the transponder should be somewhere around..."
It traces one finger over it's chest plate, then taps twice in one place. The plate loosens and the bot lifts it away, revealing an extremely solid internal structure with wires everywhere. Most of it is empty and could easily suit many upgrades for future work. It peers down into the tangled mess, then taps a small black box.
"...there, if schematics are correct. Do not touch the power core."
The power core is indeed pretty dangerous looking, a metal cylinder held in the frame, many many wires running off it to various modules in the casing, and the cylinder is marked with hazard stripes. Through small slits in the casing, an intense white light pours out, though there is no radiation emission.
Exo then turns it's head towards Morgan, holding still.
"If Unit's transponder is still functional, then Unit will attempt to infiltrate and investigate the Tower, whilst the remainder of the group examine the populace of Northon. My transponder will allow an approximate hour window of disguise before the Brotherhood start paying attention once I have entered the tower. This should be more than long enough. If the source of control is the tower, then it may be impossible, or extremely dangerous, for any of the group to attempt to go near the tower, depending on signal strength."
It pauses, thinking, then points at Jexx.
"Jexx, examination of other high places may also yield vital information. It would not be impossible that the Brotherhood would hide their control method in plainer sight, such as a church's bell tower."
It pauses again.
"In fact, the only way the Brotherhood could subvert control of this unit would be to physically find an emergency access port, of which there is only one, hidden in a compartment in the right wrist. Accessing the port requires the correct application of pressure in the correct spot, as with the chest plate... note the Brotherhood no longer have any schematic or research data regarding this unit, and subversion becomes almost impossible. This unit possesses no wireless connection capability, for extremely good reason... if any back door systems remain in place, then the Brotherhood would no doubt aim to use them to regain control. Given this unit's choice of alliegance... suffice to say, results would not be pretty for the Rebellion if this unit was subverted at the correct time..."
Griffith replied to Josh.
"It's a bloody town, it's not going to go away in a few hours. Relax."
Jackson cleared his throat to get attention focused back on him.
"Well, it appears you all seem to know what you're doing. Use your best judgment. Use discretion. And above all, keep everyone safe. We don't want any innocents caught in the crossfire." He says and then looks at his watch. "I have something to attend to. Your vans are out back, be careful."
With that, he turned and walked out, leaving the map of Northon open on the wall.
Mia finished writing up everyone's requests and headed over to the equipment stockpile to fill as many of the requisitions as she could.
"This could take a little while." She says as she heads to the stockpile.
Victor leaned against the wall next to the office as Docan walked out. "Spose I need to get checked out aswell...After the Doc checks out Baiye." He chews on an unlit cigar butt. "You lot have fun now, I'm sticking round but not enough cash in this mission for me, maybe later."
Jexx was standing around watching the proceedings. But when Dorcan (whom Jexx could not stop thinking of as Bizarre-O-Wing) came out of Doctor Sally's office (in an unusually short amount of time) said doctor looked quite shaken, while Dorcan looked fairly normal.
What the-, Jexx thought. Waaaiiit a sec, a very pretty doctor, a strange guy from another world we know nearly nothing about, wanted his freaking examination in private, and now the Doctor looks like someone just....just... Jexx then narrowed his eyes and stared, hard, straight at Dorcan. I'm not much one for chivalry, but if you threatened or touched her, I will personally rip your wings right off. Because that is just plain wrong. Jexx thought this almost as if he thought Dorcan could actually hear him. What Jexx didn't realize is that Dorcan did. As these intense thoughts roilled out of Jexx, just for one moment, his markings glowed again...
Baiye blinked hastily as Dorcan called her over to Joywave's office...
"Half a mo', Exo - I guess I need my checkup too... Gid; can you check it out for a moment? See how it's hooked in?" She smiled, "And I know better than to mess with a power core I didn't install."
"M'kay. But won't come within a tail-length of that power core - it scares me." To Exo, he added "Don't make any sudden movements... If you had an upload port this would be so much easier... but no worries."
She turned and jogged over to the Doctor's makeshift office - She seemed a little out of sorts, sitting in her chair - but maybe her head was just spinning from dealing with this onslaught of new recruits. Baiye's was.
"Any information you need? I'm 100% organic, but that's about it...." She hesitated a moment, not meaning to pry, but...
"Are you alright, Doc? You don't look so good yourself..."
In the meantime, Gidget was up on his hind paws, barely peeking down Exo's open chest plate - his tounge sticking out in concentration and his ears flicking furiously as he analyzed the sparse tangles of wires and chips.
As he worked, he made some small talk, bringing up his own systems.
"I have a wireless and a wired connection port I use frequently - I suppose my system has more back doors than front doors." he chuckled once as he continued peering down into Exo's system. "But Baiye installed somewhat of a 'self-destruct' device - I can wipe my entire memory drives, so I'd be of no use, should the Brotherhood get a hold of me. Not that I'd want them to.... Ah, I think I spotted it Exo - but I don't want to touch it - I'll leave that for Baiye to work out. Clumsy paws and all." Gid pushed gently off Exo's frame, sliding back into a seated position, looking up at the much taller 'bot.
Dorcan heard someone hating him as he studied the map that Jackson had left.
He was used to hate although they seemed to have some very odd ideas about what had happened between him and the Doctor. He smiled faintly to himself. The body Jakob had designed was sufficiently complete for him to be able to do the sorts of things that the other person was thinking in terms of, but such thoughts were far from his mind.
In any case, it meant they didn't know he was a machine yet. Dorcan's brow furrowed as he suddenly remembered that he shouldn't be able to hear anyone's thoughts at all.
Morgan removed his jacket and unstrapped his shoulder holsters for the ion pistols. He placed them, as well as his laptop, in the trunk of his car, but he paused when he noticed the case. He stared at it for a few moments and finally removed the large gray case before closing the trunk.
Morgan did not put this case down, he seemed a little apprehensive as he stood there holding it, but anyone would if they carried a light vehicle cannon masquerading as a rifle.
"oh Oh Okay No no I'm fine, Dorcan is little unusual... It is my re-action to something he ..Well, he can tell you when he is ready, and It is not threatening at least to us." says the Doctor. She slowly loses her shocked look as she goes about her business with her equipment.
"Well, my dear girl, Since you seem to want a private exam, too. Let's close the door and I will asks that you just remove her shirt, and we do a full exam." says Dr Joywaves as she checks her scanner and looks into Braiye's eyes and ears. She seems to avoid touching Braiye, when she was very touchy feely with everyone else out in the common area. Something else she didn't use with the others. the Doctor goes to get her stethoscope out of the her bag, as she waits for Braiye to take off her shirt.
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Baiye blinked again.
"Uh, Okay." She had the faint feeling she was trying to hide something, but she pushed it out of her mind as something that she didn't need to get involved with - at least not right now.
Baiye blushed as the doctor asked her to take off her shirt, hesitated a moment, and then proceeded to pull off her short tactical vest, followed by her equipped electronics, as well as her gloves and the armband around her right elbow - which left her in her skin-tight crop-top "flight suit" - a sort of matte spandex, one supposes.
"Er, will this do? I can't take off much more without feeling... a little under-dressed." She blushed a wondrous shade of magenta - and her typical embarrassed smile made another showing.
She wondered about the sudden change that she seemed distant. Maybe the otter had something against her? She certainly hoped not - she hated feeling so out-of-place. Joywaves said it was about Dorcan... but then why was she being so twitchy around Baiye?
"Well, Baiye, You can keep your underwear and bra on, I just want to listen to your chest" says Sally with her back turn to the girl and pulls out a vile of fluid and pressure shot-gun. "I can give you a anti-pregnancy shot good for six months, if you need it. Unless you are pregnant, now."
Edit: the Doctor says after seeing Baiye's look, "Hey, You are a young pretty girl and we all have need, just be responsible"
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"Er - Um... I, I believe I'll be just fine without it. Th-thanks for the offer." Bayie's face turned from bright magenta to pure crimson. Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into?
"Can we, um... hurry and get this over with - I'm sure we, or at least, I need to get back to the planning with the guys... and Exo's waiting on me for some circutry - I believe..." She tried her best to sound urgent without degrading to utter pleading - but this was the most invasive - No, it was just too weird for words.
Baiye hesitantly peeled off her shirt too, tossing the stretchy top on her pile with the electronics and vest. She looked down at the ground, shut up, and just waited for the exam to be over.
The doctor hesitantly touches Baiye's chest and back as she listens to the girl's heart. As more time going on, the doctor seems to grow confident and more friendly to the girl.. She finishes the exam quickly, and tells Baiye that she can get dressed.
With a look of relief, the doc smiles at the girl. "With that over with, we can be friends Yes?" asks Sally as she pats the girl on the back once the tech girl is dressed again. "I promise to send all the mechanic repairs your way."
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Baiye sighed with relief as the rest of the exam went without a hitch. She shimmied into her 'suit, pulled on the vest and re-aligned all of her gadgets. She looked up to see the otter smiling down at her, more confident now, it seemed.
"Friends." She grinned - still somewhat off-center, but better to leave as "friends" than to leave feeling awkward.
"Now, let's go see what the boys have been up to - or do you still have someone to check on?" She pushed herself off the examining table, landing with her arms spread like an Olympic gymnast. She smirked, obviously amused now.
"And was there anyone I was supposed to examine - say Exo? I don't know what to make of the golem myself - he's certainly not anything I've ever seen before... But steam technology shouldn't be that different, I would hope..." She grumbled this last comment under her breath, her mind obviously on gears again.
"Yes, I may have someone I missed.." says the Doctor and opens the door to the common area and the boys with a smile. "Okay Who did I miss?" shouts the otter to the room in general. "Remember If you miss me now, I will find you out and It will not be pretty"
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"That'd be me Doc." Victor says from the wall next to her, absentmindedly he swaped the cigar to the otherside of his mouth.
"It seems our part of the mission will consist of examining the locals," Dorcan said to Baiye as Sally went to examine Vic. "I wonder whether we should go around with clipboards asking questions for a survey. It would give us information and we could pretend we're doing market research if anyone asks awkward questions."
"By the way, did the doctor seem at all... well, odd to you?" he added.
"Greetings Mr Davion" says the Doc with a handshake. But once she touchs Victor, she pulls him in the office and leaves the door open.
"Goddess, Who put these cyber systems in? Your bio sensors were recalled years ago, you are lucky that they have not failed, yet. Why you are not screaming in pain?.. is beyond me. Here is this will reduce the cyber rejection." She shouts angeringly as she attack him with her shot gun. *fusss* in his chest. Her touch on his chest tingles and then a quick flash of warmth spreads thoughout his body. A dull ache that was just below the surface of Victor's awareness is suddenly gone. The cyber sensors suddenly sending more information and data for a few seconds as the mind adjusts to the backlog/speed of data from some of the cyber enhancements. Victor feels just like new as if it is the day after he's cyber implants were installed with no pain or problems.
"Okay, I can replace the worst bio interfaces in the arms and your left leg, but not now. As I said, you luck out in being one of the small group, who weren't very corrosive to these sensors, and they also use a different brand sensors for the other enhancements... mmm. Still the ones you do have are slowly failing, and are poisoning you. You should be fine for a week with this shot, and I can do this again for a few weeks. Still, I will asks Mia for the replacement that I need for you. That is it, the exam is over If you have any question, we can talk later. Next?"
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To the magic users, they only may see a flash outline around the doc and spread across Victor for a second.
Victor grimaced as Doc Sally gave him the news about his implants. "I'm gonna kill that brotherhood puke if I see him again, I paid for top of the line gear and I get second hand junk!" He thanked her and left.
He went looking for Jackson.
Jexx noticed the exchange between Victor and Doctor Sally, and chuckled a little. Jexx then looked around startled when Victor said he got his imperfect equipment from the 'Brotherhood'. "Wha-what? Did you just say you got your cybernetic implants from the Brotherhood? As in, the Brotherhood of the Machine?" Jexx asked incredulusly, his suspicion levels cranking up several more notches.
"I did and aprently I got cheated too...Yet another thing to tack onto why I won't work for em again list." Vic turned and looked at Jexx. "I'm a merc, I take contracts but I've been screwed over by those guys too many times. If the Rebelion is willing to pay I'm willing to work. Now have you seen Jackson? I'm hoping to cut a deal with him regarding these implants"
"calm down, Jexx" Josh said. "If there were a reason to worry about stuff like a tracking system he, would have been dead a long time ago."
"Oh, that's not what I was worried about," Jexx said as Victor walked through the doorway that Phoenix had gone down himself a short time ago. After Victor had gone through, Jexx continued, "I was more worried about him still being on the Brotherhood's side." That or he could have been a brother from Project Fusion. And I don't know if that would have been better or worse. Jexx thought to himself.
"Please, Boys ! Whoever implanted Victor may have run out of the right sensors at the time of his upgrade and used the bad ones out of necessary or ignorance. Even at the present rate of decay, Victor would have had few years before he was really cribbled, but by then the poisonous mercury would have destroying much of the his normal nerves, but he would not live about a few months after that." says the Doc sadly. "Now,Victor would have found out about this is in time, long before his death."
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"Maybe we should have Bayie look at the boy soon. Outdated electronics can be a pain if you don't take care of it." Josh said with a look of concern for his fellow team mate.
"The bio interface sensors are common, too commmon to be traced and should not take but a few days to replace, but I don't think that Baiye can't do the surgery " says the Doc as she makes her list of spare parts that she will need of Victor for Mia
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Baiye nodded as Dorcan spoke. Her head was obviously out of sorts at the moment, though.
"Examining locals... Gotcha... Clipboards... Survey... Marketing. Yeah, that'll do." Her voice was somewhat flat, but she was was still trying to listen, at least.
When the doberman brought up the doctor though, she snapped out of it a little.
"Yeah... she did. I wonder what was up with that. She said something about you, and then how it wasn't really about you, she offered me contraceptives, and then she avoided touching me. It was a strange deal." Baiye's eyes popped as she realized that in her rambling discourse she had mentioned the shot. Her cheeks turned bright red again.
"Uh, I, I.. I need to get back to working on Exo - I need to get that done." She rushed over, grabbing her toolkit, and busily started working in his large interior, trying to forget the last few minutes.
Baiye had been over poking through Exo's system when she heard her name brought up. She twisted and stood up, wire cutters and a soldering iron in her hands. Her face already had a smudge of grease on her cheek.
"Huh? Oh, he's got problems?" She seemed a little dazed - working on Exo had taken all her attention, thankfully.
"Victor's not responding well to some cyborg implants. Sensors, I believe, according to what I heard..." Gidget's head tilted up to Baiye, his expression rather solemn - but that was just his "Baiye, you are such an idiot" face.
"Oh, err.. Lessee. I can switch out your sensors - at least a few of them... I'd rather leave things like nervous systems alone - I'm not used to working with biological components... The best I can do is switch some things - but I'm far from proficient at doing that sort of thing." Her face twisted into a scowl, her mind trying to come up with some sort of solution.
"I don't even know what I'd do... Dr. Joywaves is probably a better choice... Though if she told me what to do, I could probably fix it without screwing over your nervous system... I don't want to get into probabilities, though." She hesitantly supplied, her eyes gazing off into a corner of the warehouse as she pondered.
Exo just stands there, staying as still as it can whilst Baiye works, optics occasionally flickering on and off in a strange replication of blinking.
"Request: Could one of you go and start up the vans?" It gestures with one hand toward the back door as carefully as it can. "If the vans are started up now, calculations predict they'll be ready to go by the time we are finished planning."
Dorcan stared at Baiye as she practically ran across the room. Am I in some kind of interdimensional lunatic asylum?
He resumed his studies of the map until Exo requested someone to start the vans.
"I don't know how your griff- uh, vans are powered or operated," he said, "but I would like to learn if someone else can show me."
Mia came back in, pushing a dolly loaded with boxes.
"Here we are. Some of these aren't the most optimum of equipment, so you'll just have to make do." She says. "Be careful with the sensitive stuff. We would like to get as much of this back as possible."
As she spoke, Jackson walked back in. He spied Mia and walked over to her.
"Ah, Mia, I need to ask you about something." He said.
Look, Mia, Please Take these bio sensors out of my paid, and I will like them in a week or so If not sooner. Victor needs a refit with these, but he should be fine until this mission is done " says the doc as she hands Mia her list. " and I need extra rations please"
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Mister was completely lost in the ensuing conversation. Bio sensors? Tracking systems? The sciences had obviously come a long way, or at least far enough that he knew little of it. He simply waited patiently for his newfound comrades to conclude their preparations and planning.
Jexx likewise stood observing the proceedings much in the way 'Mister' had. Then Jexx decided to actually take stock of the newcome 'golem'. Jexx was particularly facinated by the strange pipes sticking out of Mister's back that regularly vented little puffs of steam. Jexx sildled over to Mister.
"Hey, uh, big...steambot guy," Jexx said "From what you've said, it sounds like you were from way back in the old days, when magic was still pervalent in the world. Your very design and technology seem to be of an extreamly archaic kind, and yet still seem to be quite effective in today's world. What was it like back then?"
Most of the general populace of the world knew about, or at least heard stories of, the old days of magic. There were even a few libraries that contained old texts and historical documents that the Brotherhood hadn't gotten around to torching yet.
But when, for all intents and purposes, you've only been 'alive' for two years, and have spent evey moment of those two years climbing buildings, jumping rooftops, and blasting off Brotherhood heads with plasma balls, you tend not to have such common knowledge, have heard such stories, or had much time to hang out in old librairies. As such, you tend to be quite curious about these things, especially when you are actually talking face-to-face with a relic/artifact of such times. And as Jexx asked his question to Mister, his mechanical legs and cannons-for-hands were very noticable to the ancient golem.
Mia looked over the sensors and jotted down some information.
"Yeah, a week should do it. These aren't easy to come by for some reason." She says. "And there are extra rations in there. Always be prepared, I always say."
She looks around, as Jackson waits patiently.
"I hope that's everything." Mia says.
"Might I trouble you for a clipboard, portable data tablet, or whatever else would be used by someone conducting a survey?" asked Dorcan. "And perhaps a cap or some other kind of hat? If you have one large enough to cover my headwings it would probably make a better alternative to the crash-helmet."
So saying, he took the backpack and began to cut a large hole in it with the scissors and a pair of sidecutters from his pocket. A short while later he put it on. It was uncomfortable, but it certainly concealed the wings.
She digs through the stuff she had brought and produced a clipboard with some blank paper on it, and a few pens.
"That should cover that." She says as she goes back into the stuff she brought out.
She brought out a rather non-descript cap, looks it over, and then looks over at him.
"Do you think you can fold your wings down somewhat?" She asks.
Dorcan scrunched his headwings up and put the cap on. "Thanks," he said. "It's a bit of a tight fit, but it will have to do. How does it look?"
Morgan eyed Dorcan and snickered, "You look like a terrorist or a travelling journalist, which might be worse."
Continuing to snicker, he gathered his requested gear from Mia after which he headed to first van and unloaded everything, including his case.
Opening up the laptop, he booted it to the desktop and examined the system properties, "Not too bad, not bleeding edge, but it will do."
"That's because we are terrorists," said Dorcan with a sly grin. "At least I'm sure this Brotherhood thinks of us that way. Whatever. If you have any better ideas - short of mutilation - I'd be eager to hear them."
"Hey, uh, big...steambot guy," Jexx said "From what you've said, it sounds like you were from way back in the old days, when magic was still pervalent in the world. Your very design and technology seem to be of an extreamly archaic kind, and yet still seem to be quite effective in today's world. What was it like back then?"
Had he the articulation, Mister would have smiled at the youngster. Or was he a construct? If he was, it was a very good simecrulum. If not, where had he aquired those mechanical limbs? Prosthetics?
"Well, young sir, there is much I could tell you. How about this?" He leaned forward by about 55 degrees, putting his eyes level with Jexx's, "I shall tell you of my time, and you can tell me of yours. You see, young sir, the reason I have done so well in todays world is by for the most part staying out of it," he gave a tinny, almost grandfatherly laugh, "For one thing, I only recently have found that the sciences used in my construction are considered archaic. I am, or apparantly was, a top of the line golem using new methods of alchemy for propulsion," he stood up straight again with one hand behind his back and one arm across his chest, "What about such times do you wish to know, young sir?"
Wandering back in, Morgan winked and gave the thumbs up to Dorcan, "If we look like terrorists, then we probably won't get noticed. The obvious are normally overlooked. I guess you won't be going into any restruants or similar places where wearing a backpack like such would seem odd, especially if you can't take it off."
Morgan checked the pistol, ceramic, 10mm HV with flash suppressor/silencer and a fair amount of spare ammo.
Interface: negative, weapon is manual mode only.
"Ok, best not to rely on tactical computer systems too much. good old fashion hand-eye coordination for the win."
In an area clear of friendlies and with safety on, Morgan spun around and quickly brought his gun aim on a small container on the edge of a desk, "bang."
"Well, thanks to the Brotherhood, magic is all but extinct at this time, but most people still know about the old days through hand-me-down-stories mostly, though I think there may even be a few libraries with ancient texts that have survived the Brotherhood's hand. As for me well..." Jexx shuffled his feet slightly, "let's just say I never really had the 'time' to hear those stories. I can't even think of a specific question to begin...Hey! You said you've survived by staying out of this world, right? What is it like, returning to the world at large? Something similar happened to me once, so I think I should be able to sympathise." Jexx said.
Jexx then overheard snatches of the conversation between Dorcan and Morgan. "Hey, did someone say they need a 'mutilation'?" Jexx said, getting a quite disturbing grin on his face. The high-pitched whine of his now-charged handcannons were quite audible. "Would, 'crisped to cinders' work fine instead? That I can help with. I've had a lot of experience practicing on the Brotherhood!"
Baiye had to returned to her work on Exo, and a few moments later she re-surfaced with a small device she had assumed to be the transponder - she had left the remainder of Exo's internal components as close to how she found them as possible.
She smiled as she twisted the object around in her fingertips, pleased with herself.
"I think that's it. Now let's see if it's workable." she flipped something near her ear and a visor sprang up across her eyes, data streaming across the green screen as she examined the device in her hand.
"It's out of commision at the moment, but I think it was manually switched-off - I'd assume that was the tech's who gave you the 'fresh start', Exo? I think we may be able to get it running. I'll look at it again once we get on the road." She flipped the switch again and the screen flickered away, her grey eyes amused. "It'll give me something to do."
She pocketed the device in her tactical vest, patting it assuredly after it was stored. "No worries."
Gid's ears stood upright as the dolly was wheeled in.
"Mmm. Goodies" He inhaled as if in ecstasy - soon interrupted as Baiye shoved him with her leg as she came over to pick up her stuff. She poked around until she found a short box with her things inside. She picked it up and brought it over to her toolbox to get things sorted out.
A set of hex keys, missing one - no biggie, an adjustable wrench, and a nice spanner. A paper bag held a pair of lenses for Gidget, and while not top of the line, were a huge upgrade from his old scratched optics. A low-power handgun rounded out her "presents" - as well as a scrap of paper with specifics for their internet connection.
"It feels like my birthday!" She glowed and hugged the hex key set for a moment.
In a few moments, Gid was seeing the world in a whole new light - and Baiye slipped the pistol into the interior of her vest, her toolbox all packed up and ready to go.
"I'm good to go - And no worries, Dorcan - I'm not particularly hungry." She smiled and winked.
Turning to Jexx, she rolled her eyes - how unstable could someone be?
"Aw, lay off - it's not funny. Are we getting ready to go, or not?"
"I get the nasty feeling I'm forgetting something," said Dorcan, "But that always seems to happen before I leave. Unless there's anything else, I guess we'd better head out."
Although he was now wearing the cap in preference, he was unwilling to leave the crash-helmet behind, and placed it in the bottom of the backpack where it rattled slightly.
Morgan smiled, "Invariably we always forget something and usually remember when we need the forgotten object. This is where improvisation comes in. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to use this van to put on this concealable armor stuff."
Morgan ducked into the van where he stored his gear. Stripping down to skivies, he slipped on the light, formfitting suit and made the appropriate adjustments so it conformed to his body size. It was a nice fit under his clothes.
Morgan jumped into the seat of the van and stuck his head out the window, "Anytime we are ready mates."
"Well, I'm ready to go at any rate. Who else is ready?" Jexx said to the group. Turning back to Mister, he said "We can talk as we walk out to the vans."
"Yea ready, " says the Doc as she loads her medical bag, small suitcase of clothes and herself. "I would like the backseat please"
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Exo carefully replaces it's chestplate and checks it's gear is in place - handgun in it's holster and sword at it's side, then moves out to the garage.
[Good enough.]
It moves over to one of the empty vans and opens the door, climbing in the front on the driver's side. It carefully stows it's sword behind it's seat and places it's hands on the wheel, flexing it's fingers.
"Query: Do any of you know the route to Northon? If not, Unit will take point. Follow, once we depart."
Exo revs the van a couple of times and closes the driver-side door. Those watching might get the distinct feeling the bot is grinning madly - or would be if it had a face.
Mister refrained from comment when Jexx threatened Dorcan. An individual little more than a child speaking as such, and having replaced his own limbs with armaments to back it up... It's very strange, returning to this world. Very, very strange...
However, as usual, he was too polite to voice his concerns over the direction society had taken. Rather, he simply went out to the vehicle and got the door for the Doctor. One of the oaths of a knight and warrior is to uphold the values of chivalry. I'll not fail in any one of my functions!
"Thank You, Mister .... What is Your Name again?" asks the Doc.
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"That would be just it, Madam. Mister," The golem gave a low bow.
"Friggin' finally."
Griffith clipped his still-valid Narc badge to his coat, and got into the passenger seat of the van.
Eenie, Meenie, Miene, Moe... Whatever.
Baiye grabbed her toolbox and pulled the backseat door to Exo's van open, waiting as Gid hopped into the backseat. Baiye grinned, and scrambled into the backseat next to her creation, the two of them becoming a little stir-crazy already.
"Let's blow this place!"
Josh hopped in beside Bayie. "C'mon speed machine! metal to the pedal to the other metal!" Josh's village was little more than an average sized town much like a slightly urban suburb (with technology about the same as us). He had rarely gotten the oppertunity to ride in a car, but when he did he liked it fast! "So Bayie, maybe you can explain to me some of the nuances of machines androids and cyborgs. I know i have implants but i know little of them besides i can get 'five bars' nearly anywhere. This is because we had one or two doctors in our town that had been to the outside world. they weren't like me they were normal people so the blended in but they came back with so much more tech we were all dazzled!" Josh waited intently for her to share her wisdom.
Jexx walked out to the vans with the group. As he headed for van number one, he said, "Finally, we are getting underway. Finally, I will soon be able to get my hands around more Brotherhood bastards, and strangle the truth out of them if I have to..." And Jexx, for once, had actuall hands instead of cannons, to everyone's monumental surprise, because they had not seen Jexx with normal hands instead of handcannons yet (save Exo, becauase he had seen his on at least one occasion before when he was assigned to tail Jexx), and was making gestures as if he was choking the neck of something invisible. The invisible neck most likely belonged to an imaginary Brotherhood priest. Then before anyone could blink twice, his cannons were back, and he was climbing into the van.
"Ahhh screw this, wait for me!" Wanting to work out some of his anger on some faceless brotherhood goons, Victor grabed his duffle bag and sprinted out to the vans. "I can work something out with Jackson later." He said as he got into the seat next to Dr Sally.
Somehow Dorcan had wound up at the end of the queue. Selecting the first van with room, he hopped in. He had to lean forward to avoid squashing his backpack and the wings inside, but he didn't have any problems of muscle strain anymore so it was no great hardship.
Seeing Victor's angry look, the Doc says "Peace Victor, I have work something out with Mia.. I will give my services for free and we get your sensors. Let's mind the mission and when you're Better then you can go for revenge."
It was too late now, but the otter had hope to sit with Baiye, and girl-talked with her, which would have drove the males mad during the three hour drive.
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Jackson and Mia watched as the group piled into the vans.
"Think they'll be able to figure this one out?" Mia asked.
"With a little luck, they just might pull it off. If they do, I've got big plans for them." Jackson replied as he waved goodbye to the group.
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(Moving on)
As the group drove on, they passed several smaller settlements that appeared to have been burned to the ground. There was the odd hitchhiker or two along the way, looking to bum a ride. Otherwise, the trip to Northon was completely uneventful.
Northon itself would appear strange. There's next to no Brotherhood presence, except for the tower. The people seem to be going about their day, but there are no zealots, no enforcers, no Brotherhood at all, save the tower.
"Perhaps we should have used a coach," Dorcan said as the group congregated outside the vans. The journey had been long and boring, but it had given him a few interesting ideas in the meantime.
"Exo," he said, "I believe you mentioned voice-activated cortex bombs. Tell me more about those. For example, do they all have the same keyphrase? And if so, do you know what it is?"
Jexx blinked his eyes a bit, getting used to the sunlight as they all clambered out of the vans for a break and to organize to split up when he heard Dorcan's question. "Actually, I could tell you about those. " Jexx said. "What are they? They are godamned annoying, that's what they are. They can be disabled, but even if you do know what you are doing, the success rate for disabling them is very low, though I have managed to do it a few times. And yes, the activation command is the same; 'I give my life in sacrifice for the Brotherhood of the Machine'. If you hear someone start to say that, stop his ass, quick."
Josh clambered out of the little box he'd been stuffed in fot the duration of the trip. "Thank you for the nice chat Bayie, all that info will do me some good."
Morgan slipped out of the seat and stretched, "I loved the scenery on the way here, early ground war or late witch-hunting, I'm having trouble placing the theme."
Morgan activated his optics and examined the tower, which he moved to a window in his field of vision. His primary concern was extending his sense out to the area for any odd emanations or auras that may be present within his line of sight.
Dorcan stood pondering, as though in a trance. "Baiye," he said suddenly, "I am not sure quite how we are going to approach this, but since we are splitting into teams, may I possibly tag along with you? Among other things, I'll need a native guide in order to appear incon... uh, well, less conspicuous." And I would like to expand upon our earlier discussion of android technology, he added mentally.
"Hey, I answered your question, you deaf, ungreatful xenopunk! And I think you're also getting waaaay ahead of yourself." Jexx said, narrowing his eyes at Dorcan for what he said to Baiye. That does it. I'm keeping an eye on this guy. He though. "First, we have to figure out where we are going to deploy the vans around the city for surveilence, then we figure out who's going in which van, then we decide who's going in pairs with who, and who's going in singles."
Jexx quickly jumped back in one of the vans, and came back out clumsily holding a map of Nothon with his handcannons.
"Now, the vans should be deployed at three points, preferably near the borders of the city. They will serve as staging points, places to fall back to if something goes wrong, and command posts to coordinate our efforts." Jexx flattend the map out on a wall of one of the vans, and was silent for a moment. "And... this is where someone else picks the spots. All I know how to do is wing' it. I'm not used to having any sort of base in a strategic location. I just adapt to whatever I can get."
Despite the bumpy ride that Exo had provided, Baiye had gotten a fair amount of work done on the transponder. It hadn't helped that Josh was being irritating and annoying with his questions, but she had gotten it mostly workable. She streached as she got out of the van, yawning and shaking her head.
"Exo - it should be close to finished by now... the transponder. I'll leave it to you to get it working the rest of the way. All it needs is for you to flip switches on the chip until it works. That's about all." She grinned and handed the transponder back to the 'bot, then turned around to face Dorcan.
"Sure, Dorcan. Gid'll come along too. He's got the layout of the town programed in, so we'll be fine. To be honest, I've never really been out here, save for one or two repair jobs. Of course, this is only if everyone else thinks it's a good idea." She jerked her head almost involuntarily in the direction of Jexx, her lop-sided smile creeping up her features again.
"In my opinion, It'd probably be best if you're with either me, Doc, or maybe, er, Griff, right?" She cast a look towards the red-head, a tiny bit embarrassed. "Anyhow - I think we're probably the best match... Doc's got Victor to keep an eye on, and Griff's got more important stuff than to harass citizens, I believe."
"Thank you," Dorcan said to Baiye, a faint note of relief in his voice. He turned back to Jexx.
"Peace," he said, with a slight flash of his eyes. "Thank you for your information... it was most interesting. I must admit I'm not sure who put you in charge, though. Or perhaps I missed that too."
"Well, Baiye Can you check the local wireless net for any hidden signals or something coming fro the tower... and I will scan the people ramdomly... Goddess, I wish I could walk around in a Bio-suit. I have know way of knowing what, or how the populous is effected or where it is coming from. Do you guys someway to communicate with each other.? and a command post? How about this hotel south end of the city on the far side of town from the Tower. Or we could just set up in the woods west of town.."
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"Yeah, actually, we do have a way to communicate with each other and the van command posts," Jexx said. Jexx quickly nanomorphed his right handcannon into a hand to pull something out of his pocket to tack the map to the van side with, then jumped back in the van again. Jexx came back out with a handful of small black somethings.
"I saw some of the Rebel techs loading our vans as we were getting ready to leave. We actually have a nice stock of stuff in those babies, weapons, tools, equipment, some totally random shit, in addition to the vans being our tricked-out command modules. I checked out some of it. These are microcommunicators. Found 'em in a storage compartment. Earpieces and tooth-mics. Several are made to fit furre ears and teeth, some made to fit human ears and teeth. There are even some designed to attach to a bot. Just fit one over whatever you use as an audio receptor, be you mechanical or biological, and one where you make noise. Take whatever fits." Jexx said with a wide smile on his face, like some kid at Christmas. Nanomorphing his other handcannon into a hand, he took two of the small black devices, fitted one into his ear, and another onto one of his teeth.
But after he had done this, Jexx's face fell just slightly. "The only problem is, I'm not entirely sure how to work them. I've seen these kinds of things before, of course, who hasn't? But every model is different, I'm not sure how to turn them on." Jexx turned to Exo and Baiye. "Would either of you care to enlighten us? This is your standard equipment, after all."
Josh was slightly biwildered at all the tech. He was, however just as amazed" For a while all they saw of hime was a tail and legs. The tail swishing in joy and his legs and feet moveing as he positioned him self to better reach or see more tech. All the while grabbing random gizmos and pressing buttons to figure out what it does. "OH look at this!" he cried, "And this and OOOooo!" Then as he found what seemed to be a communication device they saw him land flat on his bum holding his ears as static noise came from it. Seems he turned the volume all the way up before turning it on createing a feedback loop. He was unaware though. "AH make it stop! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
Being a furre like Josh, and thus having a bit better hearing than a human, Jexx's ears were also more sensitive to the feedback loop being emitted by the handheld extended-range radio transcommunicator lying next to the technology-challenged idiot. Quickly tossing the handful of microcommunicators onto a chair in the open van, Jexx stepped over to Josh in one stride, and crushed the communicator beneath a heavy metal foot.
"There. It stopped." Jexx said through gritted teeth. "This may not be my stuff, but please, for the love of all that is unholy, ask someone to tell you what something does instead of randomly activating crap. Quite a bit of this stuff is dangerous. Lethaly dangerous. As in, there-won't-be-enough-ashes-of-you-left-to-fill-a-cremation-jar lethal. Got it?"
Jexx slowly reached back in the van and scooped up the microcommunicators. "Now, everyone grab two and fit them, before Mr. Techno-Dazzled here blows us all to hell. And we still need to know how to activate them." Jexx said pointedly to Exo and Bayie.
Exo shrugs at Jexx as it fiddles with the transponder, then pops it's chestplate off and puts it in - but doesn't plug it in just yet. "Don't look at me."
It pauses and processes, calculating...
"Unit recalls a covered clearing... perhaps to the south-west of Northon... big enough for a small camp... invisible from the air by most means due to thick foliage. Enough room for a vehicle and some tents, should we need to spend several days in the vicinity... given the nature of Northon, Unit would advise that nobody eat from any food stores or restaurants, drink from any public fountains or bottled drinks, or even rest in any beds inside the city whilst we are here. There are numerous similar coverings on the outskirts for hiding the vehicles in... suffice to say, Unit finds these vehicles somewhat suspicious in appearance. Three unmarked black vans is somewhat suspect, to say the least."
Jexx stared slightly at Exo. "It's made by your people...and you're not familiar with it. Wonderful." Jexx popped the microcommunicator reciever out of his ear and looked it over, fingering it. After a minute, "Aha! I think I've got it!" Jexx put a metal pinky on a flat spot on the reciever, and twisted. A tiny beep was heard. Jexx then replaced it back in his ear, and stuck his pinky in his ear after it, twisting back and fouth. "Yeah, I think this turns it on as well as being the volume control..."
Jexx then took the transmitter microcommunicator off of his tooth and looked it over. In a much shorter time, Jexx found a very small bump and pushed it. Another beep emitted from it. Putting it back on a tooth, Jexx said "Yeah, I think that does it. Alright, now everyone else take one transmitter and reciever that fits you so we can test them."
Jexx held out his hand, palm open and up, offering the handful of assorted-fitting microcommunicators to the group.
"Was that a good idea?" said Dorcan nervously, as Jexx smashed one of the communicators. "We might have needed that later." He took a receiver and fitted it. With his long ears flopping down, it was undetectable.
Gingerly he attached one of the transmitters to a tooth. With a relatively low audio bandwidth, no-one should be able to tell that he didn't have normal vocal apparatus.
Jakob had discarded the idea of synthesizing the entire voice early on, since it would have meant that the robots could talk with their mouths closed, and even if they mimed the action of speaking, it was possible to tell that the fricatives and other such sounds were not being produced by the mouth.
So instead, Dorcan's throat contained a small transducer which generated the fundamentals. It did slightly more than this as he didn't have the normal resonant cavities, but that was nitpicking. His voice was carried in a stream of compressed air to his mouth where it was finalised by his tongue and lips.
"Testing," he said. "1-2-3 testing..."
The Doc dislike the idea of Implant for herself, so she took the choker mic and earrings model. It look like a matching junk jewelery set with a remote unit to setting up the frequencies and volume controls.
"Okay listen up Ladies!" says the Doc with giggle"I always want to say that... NO seriously Remember no eating or drinking and avoid any touching of the townpeople. I think the BrotherHood may have found a way to reproduction nanites in the biological body and they can be program to to change moods and maybe even control thoughts. So, be carefull, The reason I scan all of you is so I can check on any change in you. So, I will be check on anyone who returns to our base of operation to ensure you are still on our side. And where is our base of operation?"
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"As if i needed ANOTHER reason to feel like an outcast." Josh said "Maybe if you find a way to send him back to what ever magical world he came from you shold pop me into a portal to the same place." Josh motioned to Dorcan. Josh knew now that his inexperence with technology would really bite him in the ass later. For now though he stepped back poped both parts of communicator on and in. He would watch and learn.
Mister staggered out of one of the vans, one hand to his head.
"I have learned something important about this day and age," he braced one hand against the vehicle and straightened up, "And that is that next time, I suggest this vehicle be manned by a different driver. Now..." he looked down at himself, "How do we intend to properly hide our presence here?"
Jexx walked over to Mister. "Here 'ya go" Jexx said, placing a microcommunicator reciever and transmitter in the golem's hand and activating them for him. "Just place the reciever wherever you hear, and the transmitter wherever you speak. They should automatically magnatize and attach to you." Jexx then noticed that Mister was seemingly woozy as he had gotten out of them van. "What, are you carsick? A carsick robot?" Jexx said quizzicaly.
Jexx looked over at Dorcan when he said crushing the handlheld communicator was a bad idea. Jexx simpy hoped back in the van, again, and came to the doorway holding five more in his hand by their antennas. "We have plenty more, I don't think it's going to be a problem. Besides, we probably won't even need them. These microcommunicators," Jexx said, pointing to his ear, "Usually have a range radius of about, oh say, a town of similar size to this one," Jexx waved around, indicating the town they were in, "Though if two of us get to opposite sides, the signal may start to get a little fuzzy. These handheld extended-range radio transcommunicators," Jexx said, waving the five he had in his hand, "Are powerful enough to reach across entire cities, and if hooked up to a booster, even furthur. I don't think we are going to need them, but you never know. There are also more in all three vans. You don't have to worry about me smashing one." Jexx put the transcommunicators where he found them.
Jexx jumped back out of the van, and held out the rest of the microcommunicators. "Anyone who hasn't gotten some yet should grab some. Even you, Exo." Jexx said to the big warbot. "And even that little, um...giddy...thing...there..." Jexx said, pointing to the small robotic dog standing loyally next to Baiye.
"I've got an idea about hiding you, if you want to hear it." Jexx said to Mister. "And setting up one of the vans in that clearing just outside town like Exo said sounds like a good idea. Still need places for the other two. I would suggest putting one in the general vicinity of the Tower," Jexx said, pointing to the east edge of the town on the map. "But not within visual range, of course. I got nothing for the third one though. But what do I know? Like I said, this isn't my area of expertise."
"Good," said Dorcan, looking at the heap of transmitters. "Are the handheld units compatible with the microtransceivers or are they just for calling back to base? Either way, I'd like to take one just to be on the safe side," he said, stuffing one into his backpack.
"To be quite honest, I have no idea. Like I said, this is Rebel tech, and I've never used it before. Only by fiddling with the micros could I even figure out how to turn on the damned things." Jexx puased for a moment. "However, since there seems to be no way to adjust the frequency or channel of the micros, I would hazard a guess that they all operate on the same dedicated secured Rebel channel. At least I hope it's secure. It better be. The transcommunicators, however," Jexx jumped back in the van, "Are probably variable-frequency. Since they are also made by the Rebels, they probably have the same coding that would allow them to get into the microcommunicator channel." Jexx appeared in the doorway again, and tossed a transcommunicator to Dorcan. "Knock yourself out. Like I said, this isn't my stuff, but the Rebel techs obviously loaded our vans with the equipment to be at out disposal. No pun intended." Jexx said, glancing at the twisted remains of the transcommunicator he crushed. "Not my job to manage the inventory, or keep you from something you want. Unless said something is dangerous and you have no freaking clue what you're doing!" Jexx quickly added, glancing in Josh's direction.
Instead of completely getting out of the van this time, Jexx just sat down on the floor of the van on the edge of the doorway, hanging his metal legs onto the sidewalk. Jexx held out the handful of microcommunicators again. "Now, please, if you haven't gotten some, please take some. It does get to be tiring to hold out these heavy metal arms all the time. If you want to know if the vans have a piece of equipment you want, just ask what you want and I'll poke around for you. Unless you'd rather look yourself, of course. In which case there are two more vans filled with more junk right here." Jexx said, pointing to the two other vans at the front and back of the van he was sitting in.
"I may not be a technogenious but arn't you the one who just now suggested fiddleing with the devices to get them to work?" Josh said "If noone has any objections, it might be prudent to find a place to stay before we get caught."
Jexx looked at Josh. "First off, I didn't suggest fiddling with stuff to make them work, I said that's what I did with the microcommunicators, and only the microcommunicators. Second, I knew the micros were harmless, I just didn't know how to turn them on. Third, I know what's safe to mess with and what's not.
"But you do make a good point. I also agree with moving out, for now. We can go to that clearing Exo mentioned. We can also kill two birds with one laser; we can finish planning, sorting, and equiping, as well as set up one of the vans as the first command post.
"Who else thinks that Josh's idea is a good one?"
Out of nowhere Josh came walking out from behind a building. "It seems however in fiddling with some gizmos I figured out a few things." He reached through his double and picked up an eliptical semi-flat object and turned it off saying " And that by FAR has to be my fave. I was looking over a few locals from out of sight and they seem pretty normal. What ever they are doing to them it may be subliminal. but that is beside the point three vans full of gear out in the open is hardly normal...least to ME it isnt. I'm a little worried is all so we may wish to speed this up."
Morgan took one of the units and spent a few minutes staring at it.
Analyzing... Frequency ranges determined, unit is capable of conventional broadcast, point-to-point link, paging and secure frequency encryption. Frequency spoofed.
"Testing, testing... 1, 2, 3... Alpha, Bravo, Charlie."
Morgan tested the communications and pocketed the unit. "We should use the secure channel, it uses a standard portable phone signal to hide the point-to-point communication. I think we should move to Exo's suggested point and establish our base camp. From there we should determine who does what."
change to subroutine for nanite intrusion. change to <eliminate> as primary behavior; priority to <critical>; <analyze> all intrusive nanites, however <recycle> to base material composition only, eliminate all molecular engine components.
"Well, It's not my gadgets - but I'm sure they work similar to what I have." Baiye smiled and tapped her headset - she had a two-way communications link with Gidget, and so she was somewhat more literate in the technology than the others, she supposed.
"First off, I want to know if what I have is compatible - It'll be much easier to splice Gidget's internal implants into our network than to put ill-fitting communicators on externally. Mine may be a little more conspicuous, but I'd like to be able to have mine on rather than some Brotherhood technology - personal preference and all that." She smiled and removed her headset, gently prodding the antenna attached to it so it slipped back into the headband of the 'set. Now, it just looked like a simple set of earphones - with the mic being just a reciver for vibrations from her jaw. It was a bit older technology-wise, but it worked just fine - and she was rather sensitive about her teeth anyways.
"Well, it seems our wireless is clean - no traces really. After all, they're hiding just as much as we are. And it probably isn't so much of an internet signal as it is a radio signal - probably a short-band frequency only their operatives know. With today's radios - looking for their frequency would be more like finding a nanochip in a haystack. We're not going to get into their communications, as far as I can tell, but I certainly don't plan on the reverse happening either. I'm on our frequency now too, though - so I'm good." Gidget's electronic voice lacked all his earlier lightheartedness - he was monotone and down to business, no longer goofing off.
"As for turning those on..." Baiye paused as she picked up one of the receivers and one of the mics. "It's really self-explainitory. You don't need to mess with the frequency - all you need to do is turn it on. It's a smart bit of equipment, so it should adjust itself to your particular levels on it's own."
"Let's just get to Exo's spot - I definitely don't want to draw a crowd - it's a small town and just standing out here is definitely not helping our situation." She seemed a little on edge - maybe it was Jexx's remarks, or maybe Josh's antics - whatever. Something was starting to get her a bit anxious.
"Alrighty then. Mount up, everyone!" Jexx said as he climbed fully into the van and put the last of the microcommunicators away. The few people in the group who hadn't gotten any yet would have to get them when they reached their first chosen outpost. Jexx sat himself in the back with all the equipment, and took a few things off the wall and out of the crates. He carefully and prudently checked one or two over, being technology-familiar enough to identify most by simply looking at them, using common sense and process of elimination to discover their exact functions and settings. While Jexx probably wouldn't actually be using most of the devices--he believed his handcannons and personal skills were sufficient for most jobs--it was still best to familiarize oneself with these things.
At least Jexx knew exactly what he was doing and what he was checking out, unlike Josh, who was fourtunate not to touch one of the micromatter detonators that were in a compartment near the transcommunicators. Jexx had seen them before, they were quite popular with the Rebels for when they try to get into a Brotherhood structure. If Josh had touched and inadvertantly activated one, he and the van would have been gone so fast there wouldn't have even been smoke.
"Exo were awaiting your orders sir." Josh said casually "We need some leadership."
"Unit will take one of the vans and set up a small camp at the clearing as stated, and wait for further intel regarding the state of Northon. Meanwhile, others will recon the town and attempt to learn what they can. Once sufficient information has been gathered regarding the inhabitants and potential source of control, group can formulate a proper plan for removing the source of control."
It climbs back into a van.
"Unit has a standard radio-" it taps the handheld attached to it's right shoulder. "-should communication be necessary. Audio receptors and vocal array are setup somewhat differently from the model those communicators are adapted for, thus making use of them extremely inconvenient. Additionally, Unit's inbuilt radio-" Exo taps it's lower chest "-was rendered... significantly nonfunctional during a particularly vigorous combat engagement and has yet to be replaced, due to rarity of parts."
"Great I'll be in Van 2 then" says the Doc... She check her scanner and it's wireless connection to her medical Laptop in her bag. "I wonder If I need a weapon... Well, it can't be helped I would not know how to use one anyway." She has her heavy Taser for robots but it is very close range.
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Josh piles into the van like evryone else, with plent of protest. He kept his hologram projecter.
Morgan hopped back into his seat in his van and waited for everyone else to arrange themselves so they could get on with the operation.
"Very well, let's get this going," said Dorcan irritably as he climbed back into the van. Incubi have poor attention spans and he was not looking forward to yet more time cooped up.
"Aye lets get this show on the road." Victor says as they all climb back in the vans.
((OOC: sorry about the lack of posts guys I was told there was net access where I'm staying but there isn't :/))
"Back in the van, buddy." Baiye grunted softly as she picked up Gidget, and hauled herself into the third van - riding with Exo once had been enough for her.
Letting the communicator magnetize into place with a slight "Clenk," Mister got back into Van two.
"I suppose my appearance shall leave me guarding the van?" he asked as they drove, "After all, if Exo is any example of the golems of today I shall stand out quite a bit otherwise."
"Actually, I've got an idea about hiding you, Mister." Jexx said from behind a pile of stuff in the back of the van without even looking up. At the moment he seemed to be checking over an energy rifle of some kind. "In plain sight. I'm thinking that whoever you partner up with could pretend you are a modern robot, but your shell was built in a style to mimick an old robot. So long as no one actually opens you up, and you don't make a scene, I think that could work. You do need to get used to this world anyway."
The Jexx looked up for a moment. "Is that everyone? Ok then! Whoever is driving these hulks, let's move!" Jexx put away what he was looking at, got up, and sat down in the chair for the computer console of the van's command module, and began familiarizing himself with the van's cool mobile outpost systems.
Dorcan sat in the van as it made its way to the clearing. It was following van 2 under automatic control, or so he assumed. Either that or someone else was driving it remotely. So long as it continued to do so, he wasn't really bothered about the specifics.
The journey so far had been dull, mostly small-talk. Partly that was his own fault as he wrestled with inner doubts, preparing to tell her and then getting cold feet at the last moment. But I'll have to tell someone... and we'll probably be arriving in a few minutes. It has to be now.
He glanced at Josh... as before he had succumbed, the journey lulling him to sleep. Then it had been an inconvenience that left Dorcan alone and bored, but now it gave him a measure of privacy. He deactivated the transmitter on his tooth and turned to his other companions.
"Baiye," he said in a low voice. "There's something I need to tell you. A confession, if you will, but I don't want the others to know yet." He sighed.
"Where I came from I was a powerful magical creature. A demon. An incubus. In many places my kind were hated and feared because some of us chose to... eat souls," he said. "I didn't", he added quickly, "and I couldn't do it now if I wanted to".
"I visited a town once, a rustic place where they loathed my kind. I can't remember why now... we are very impulsive creatures... but anyway, I seduced someone. We were found out. They forced her to speak against me and a one night stand suddenly became a rape. They executed me," he said. Baiye was silent.
"I didn't realise at the time that there was another incubus present. I don't know how he found out, but when I died he stole my soul. I woke up a few days later, and when I did I was like this." he paused and then looked at her with a sad smile.
"Perhaps you're wondering why a magical creature has made a study of android technology? Or perhaps you've already figured it out. The others will eventually. I couldn't hide it from the doctor, but I wanted to come clean with you."
Without waiting for a reply, he lowered his head and pressed a small patch of fur just behind his ear. It sprung open to reveal the diagnostics port.
She had taken off her headset and was playing with it while Dorcan talked - patiently listening... as he finished, Baiye blinked, taking it all in stride. She had been slightly unnerved at the mention of the "soul eating", but was rather calm throughout besides that short moment. But... an android? She didn't know what to say, exactly.
"I knew there was something I liked about you." She smiled a little, her face still retaining a confused look. It look like Josh was still snoozing comfortably. Gidget was up in the front seat, entertaining himself by "driving" (as it turns out he had hooked into the van's port, though still letting it run itself - he just liked the unnerving aspect of having a dog driving the van). So it was just them. Dorcan and Baiye.
"That explains why Doc was so out of sorts after you went in. Here I was thinking it was me." She laughed - a hollow sort of laugh, though she was really trying. Her mind was a little turned around - she had been working with technology since she could use a wrench, but here she was with her emotions in tangles. She was close to crying... but she didn't.
The whole concept made her a little dizzy, though she tried her best to hide it. She cast him a soft smile, trying to seem 'normal', then crouched over her knees and stared straight ahead as she tried to piece together her thoughts.
The doc has been updating her medical files and sending them back to th rebels' command computer on a secure data line. Adding her own personal note to each persons file. She is also testing the air samples, that she has collected they drive on into the city.
"Can we stop at a re-fueling station or refreshment stand?, I need to go." asks the Doc. As the Vans travel pass the city into the woods in the west of town. We maybe not need to refuel our vehicles but people still need to eat and take breaks from driving.
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Jexx, on the main command computer console on the van side opposite to Doctor Sally pulled up a satallite map on his monitor. "Actually," he started, "We are pretty much there already. Anyone who need to take care of -business- can do it behind some trees. And we have plenty of rations in some of these crates." He said, gesturing to the crates in the back of th van that he was just rummaging through earlier.
(OOC: the proposed camp is to the south-west of the town, not the west)
"It doesn't explain why the doctor was talking about contraceptives, though," Dorcan murmured. "Conceiving a child is definitely outside my capabilities and she knows that full well. I'm not sure I'd want to try it with a human anyway... no offence..."
Baiye didn't answer. He glanced back and saw that she had assumed a foetal position.
"Is it really so shocking?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
"After all, you seem to have true A.I. here. Is it really that... bad... that my mind is housed in a synthetic body instead of flesh?"
"Perhaps it's just me," he mused. "I never really had a very good sense of surprise. The first guy who had the technique applied to him really freaked out.
In any case, it looks like I was right to have kept this secret. Promise me you won't tell the others yet?"
Just as Dorcan was asking Bayie to keep his secret in the third van, in the second van Jexx decided to let the third van know they were just about to arrive at their destination, as they didn't have a real navigator or driver to update them.
Jexx, being a very quick and adaptable learner, had already figured out most of the functions on the command console. You can't survive fighting the Brotherhood for two years all by yourself if you're not. He opened a comm-line to the third van behind them. "Just a heads-up," he said, "We are about to arrive to the first command site. Have a nice day."
However, for some very strange reason, the recieving van had it's main comm unit turned all the way up. As Jexx's voice blasted over the speaker, Gid was knocked right out of the driver's seat, falling to the floor in a very comical fasion, Baiye was jolted out of her curled-up form on the floor, wincing and covering her ears, Dorcan merely blinked in surprise, and poor Josh got the rudest wake-up call in his life.
Gidget scrambled back into the seat, a grumbling growl emmiting from his internal speakers. His paw clacked on the button controlling the intercom, his face twisted in an absurd scowl.
"Thanks. For. The. Info. Now. shut. the. %&*!. Up." His voice echoed through clenched teeth, obviously more than just irritated. Who knew the pet robot had a pet peeve? Guess it comes from having highly sensitive ear components.
In the backseat, Baiye uncurled from her hunched position, her eyes regaining their previous mischievous glint. She smiled a little and playfully swatted at Dorcan's ear in an attempt to convey that there wasn't anything wrong.
"It's not you, It just that I... I just need to think a little." It's one thing for Gid, it's another thing for an organic soul... at least it is for me. She grinned and slipped her headset on back on, a lot more herself. She successfully ignored the 'contraceptive' comment on the other hand - it seemed that this either hit close to home or was extremely embarrassing. More likely the latter.
"Though... this explains a lot. Heh, I thought there was someone just as obsessed with robotics as me, but this makes a lot more sense. I guess you just spilled it to me because I'm going to be your 'mechanic'?" She smiled and slipped her hands back behind her head, reclining back in the seat next to Dorcan.
"And don't worry. I won't tell anyone - that's your closet to open when you feel like it. But I don't think that they'll be all that 'freaked out'." She bit her lip a little, a little embarrassed after her own episode, but she continued, despite her guilty feelings.
"After all, this doesn't make you any less yourself. You're still you, and I still like you." She smiled again, and closed her eyes as she relaxed in the seat, perhaps trying to sort her thoughts in a less conspicuous way. As tt turned out, it was about at this point that Josh was actually becoming aware of his surroundings, which was rather lucky on both Baiye and Dorcan's accounts - saving them both the pain of explaining the cryptic conversation to him.
Of course it's not you. It's me. I don't know what to think of myself anymore. Was I really falling for him? Oh, semiconductors. I don't know what the heck's happening. I wish I never woke up this morning.
"I don't foresee any problems with my augmentations, but there's always a chance," said Dorcan in a businesslike manner, glancing at Josh as he stirred. "So yes, if it comes to that I would appreciate your help."
Not for the first time, Dorcan silently cursed over the loss of his empathic abilities. He was still a bit concerned about what Baiye was thinking of although he tried not to show it.
The Doc gets out of Van 2 as they arrive at the homebase site, and seeing Baiye's flush look as she and Dorcan exit their van.
She takes the girl aside and whispers teasingly "Baiye, girl, What are you ever think about that you are blushing...I didn't expect you to have an Bonaparte complex, you know. I knew a girl in love with her tank or another girl who built robots that she could love. Still be careful, Baiye, Dorcan maybe a machine now, but that maybe not last forever."
"Now come we need to find a Ladies room, somewhere off the beaten path over there, You guard and then I guard you"
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Mister shook his head at Jexx's methods of alerting the others. "Most unbecoming, young sir. Remember, you'll have to work with these people," however, from the sounds of the conversation as they exited the vehicle, it was apparent that what was considered proper conduct may have changed since Mister's time. Were he organic, he would have hung his head. Instead, he merely stood near van two and waited for matters to proceed.
" 'Most unbecoming'? What are you talking about? All I did was let them know we were just about here." Jexx said, slightly confused as he stepped out of the van into the bright sunlight again, blinking like an owl. "And by the way, did you ever hear my suggestion for how to hide you earlier?"
Exo, meanwhile, parks the first van under the foliage and climbs out, shooing everyone else out of the van as it opens it up and starts getting out equipment for setting up camp. Tents, sleeping bags, so on and so forth.
"Unit suggests others make maximum use of available light hours whilst they can. It would be inadviseable to get caught out around town in the middle of the night."
"Oh really? Night operation is what I'm best at." Jexx said, grinning mischiviously. Jexx turned back to Mister for just a moment, "If you didn't hear my suggestion earlier I'll tell you when you ask me."
Then Jexx walked over to the first van that Exo parked. "If you didn't even know how to operate the Rebellion microcommunicators, I'd take a bet that you can't deploy the command module on the van either." Jexx went to the back of the van, and opend the double back doors. Climbing in, he hustled whoever the passengers were out, rather rudely. "Alright, disembark people! Move it! Hup hup hup hup! Go on! Scram! Shoo!" It took about fifteen seconds of pulling, pushing, and commanding to escort all the very loudly protesting passengers out. Once they were all out, Jexx quickly closed the doors. Someone shouted at the van, but there was no response, of course. After about ten seconds, someone else lost patience and started walking toward the van, intent on getting inside and screaming a few choice words at Jexx.
But then a loud whirring and grinding sound was heard from inside the van. Four support struts, one above each wheel, popped out of hidden panels and firmly set themselves in the ground. The top-center of the van opened up, and deployed a satallite dish and several antennae, making a radar/sensor and communications array. Several other panels shifted along the van, which then protruded all manner of devices and arrays with infathomable purposes and functions, except to someone who actually knows what they were for. What even looked like short-range point-defence beam cannons deployed from the top front and top back of the van. Once all the noise had stoped, the back doors of the van-now-turned-into-a-fully-functional-command-post opened. Jexx leaned out, with an almost insane giddy-happy full-toothed smile on his face so wide and open it almost looked as if his head were going to split in half.
Snapping an unproffesional, inexperience salute at no one in particular, he said, "Mobile Ops Alpha successfully deployed and fully operational, sirs!" Glancing around with that smile still on his face, he then said, "Those Rebels sure know how how to deck out their rides! You would not believe how good they are at cramming all kinds of shit into small spaces!!"
The double doors of the van Josh Bayie and Dorcan were in. He was sitting in the doorway. His nose was bleeding alot, his muzzle was oddly angled and he seemed to have a concusion. "Gob dabum." He said sleepily "i dink muh nobe ib oken." It appeared that Josh had slammed his muzzle into the side of the van as he was laying on his side when Jexx got through. never one to be woken up like that the surprise paniced him and "Bam".
"Correction: Unit is fully capable of making use of the vans, however, due to it's notable incompatability with the microcommunicators, it does not know how to use them as such usage details are irrelevant and POINTLESS!"
It glares foully at Jexx with a look that would blow up an entire tank division if looks could kill, then goes back to setting up some tents.
"Suggestion: Get moving before Unit is inclined to make adjustments to your behavioural circuits with something large and heavy. We are part of a team now, do not let your personal 'experiences' or arrogance get in the way of anything. Just because you happen to be one of the few here that has some experience with the Brotherhood does not make you special. Your survival so far has been sheer dumb luck, and any calculation would show you should be six feet under by now."
Baiye rubbed her nose hastily as she mumbled under her breath at the doctor. Again with the embarrassing? She sighed inaudibly and meandered off into the bushes with the otter for their potty break. She didn't say anything to the petite doctor, as a cue to switch subjects.
"Er, uh. It looked like Josh got his muzzled banged up a little when Jexx assaulted us with sound. He probably needs that looked at..." She twiddled her thumbs as she "guarded" for Joywaves, trying to come up with something else to say.
Back at the main camp, Gidget had meandered out of the third van, shaking his head every few steps. His audio sensors still echoed. It hadn't helped that he had been integrated with the system when Jexx had blasted his ears - it only made the sound louder in his head.
The dog's expression was absolutely livid. He trotted over to Jexx, his ears pinned back and a hint of a snarl on his canioid lips.
"I swear to you, if I had real hands, I would be strangling you right now. What the heck? I still can't hear out of my left reciever..." The corgi's electronic voice trailed off as he realized that Jexx had no idea what he was talking about. He cursed under his breath and tried to remain calm.
"You nearly about gave us all a heart attack - in fact I'm surprised my proccessor didn't freeze up - with that 'message' of yours. Our end was turned up all the way. It came out around 115 decibels... give or take a few, I'm not exactly an all purpose measuring tool. But you scared us out of our circuits." Gidget shifted uncomfortably under Jexx's gaze, his ears twitching and his eyes shifting.
"I suppose I'm sorry for getting irritated... But it's your fault too!" It was a big step for Gid to own up and apologize. Unfortunately, this was as sincere as the sarcastic A.I. got - so it wasn't much of an apology. Still, one should take it at face value.
With Baiye out in the "powder room", Gid was a little unsure of where to go. In an attempt to protect himself, should anyone blame him, the canine 'bot scampered underfoot of Exo, fellow member of the 'anti-Jexx' club. He didn't make much headway in getting the camp set up, but the little 'bot did pull out a meager amount of camping supplies in an attempt to help.
"Jedx yoo domp mot! Ib I colb balk I'B kib yoo im ba chobs!" Josh was comeing around but was still pretty dazed. After all it takes some force to bust up your nose like that. "FUDK! loobat mallba bloot!" Josh's comment hinted at his concern. the pool of blood both in and beneth his hands was growing quickly and he was too loopy to even THINK to use his magic
Jexx's happy mood deflated faster than a popped ballon at Exo, Gidget, and Josh. Not really even able to say anything, he jumped down from the van in a very subdued manner, mumbling something like "I'm sorry" as he passed Gid, "was just joking" as he passed Exo, and "apologies" as he passed Josh. Going to a tree, he jumped up on it, and even though thouroghly depressed, managed to climb all the way into the canopy, out of sight, and into other surrounding trees without even rustling any leaves. He really does have some skill. As he was up in the trees, trying to recover, anyone on the ground with a sensor or magical perception found they could barely detect him. His markings weren't glowing, and there wasn't much blockage from the trees, but all the same, it was very difficult to even pick up a pick of his signatures.
"Nice work guys," said Dorcan irritably, removing the backpack and heading over to the tree that Jexx was rapidly disappearing into. His wings twitched slightly as they felt the breeze.
Donning his gloves again he leapt to the nearest branch and made his way up in pursuit. He didn't have the stealth or finesse of Jexx, but he was strong and he didn't tire.
As he approached the sullen figure, the doberman suddenly realised that he wasn't sure what to do. Comforting people was so much easier when you could read their emotions.
Too bad. I'll just have to wing it now.
"Jexx?" He called softly, a faint note of concern in his voice. "Are you alright?"
"What am I doing here?" Jexx asked somewhat rhetorically. His handcannons were back, but Jexx was just leaning back against the tree, staring off at nothing into the distance, and wearing a very sorry-looking face. "I'm no good at working in groups! I've never done it before! At least, that I know of." Jexx amended himself, in his depression not even realizing that that treaded close to letting slip the first little bit of his secret. "Look at what I've done! I've broken Josh's muzzle! Not only is that hard to do in the first place, but that hurts! Doc'll fix him up probably...but still, that's definately not something that will make your day. That little dog-bot, Gidget, I nearly blew out his ears. Baiye'll replace them, but still..." Jexx shook his head. "I don't know what kind of bots you have back home, but here, ones with developed A.I.s can actually feel things. In just as many ways as we fleshies can. And the big guy, Exo..." Jexx morphed his right cannon into a hand and put his forehead in it. "That's probably the worst. He's a still a developing A.I., and still in his first year! The first couple of years are so influential and imprinting on an A.I.s development. Did you see how angry he was? That's almost surely going to stick with him for the rest of his life. And it's my fault."
Jexx was silent for a minute. Then he spoke up again; "What am I doing here?" He repeated. "I try to help out with things around the team, 'cuz, you know, that's what you're supposed to do, and I end up harming three of my teammates. I'm no good at this. I should go back to what I am good at." Jexx reached up with his right hand, and popped his microreciever out of his ear, then he did the same to the microtransmitter in his tooth. He held the two devices in an open palm over the side of ther tree, and said, "I should go back to being alone."
His hand slowly began to turn.
(OOC: Tapewolf, cue confidence-restoring pep talk!)
"I can't stop you leaving if you feel that's best," began Dorcan softly. "But if you do, think what that will mean to the others. Their last memories of you will be about what you did, and that you left. Are you sure you want that?
"These things happen, Jexx. Exo will get over it. Gidget will get over it. Even Josh. This time tomorrow we'll probably be laughing about it. Yes, Exo and Gid will have a strong negative impression for a bit, but neural networks are pretty tough things.
"I know more about AI than you probably realise, and in my experience, the best way to make them forget your little goof is to create a stronger impression to displace it... a positive one. But you can't do that if you go off on your own."
As Dorcan spoke, Jexx hand stopped from dumping the microtransmitters. He was still for a moment, internally wrestling over what to do and say. "The only reason I went along with all of this," Jexx slowly began, "Is because I was promised help with my own personal mission. But now...I just don't know anymore. I...I want to stay...I don't know for sure why...This has all been so different from a normal day in my life, breaking the monotony, y'know?" Jexx looked at his open palm. He closed his fingers slighly, poised to close his entire fist back around the microcommunicators.
"Do you really think I can fix what I've done?
"Well, when it comes down to it, what have you done?" asked Dorcan with a slight grin.
"Raped someone? Killed someone? Torn out their soul and used it to light your desk-lamp? No. You've given one person a bloody muzzle, by accident no less, and annoyed two other people. In the grand scheme of things that's nothing. So what are you worried about?"
Jexx gave a laughing snort at Dorcan's comments. "Heh, well, when you put it that way..." Jexx closed his hand around the microcommunicators. Smiling, he said, "You're right. I'm being stupid. Even if I've never had to deal with anything remotely along these lines before, this is no way to act and definately not how you're supposed to handle it." Jexx reactivated his microcommunicators and slotted them back into his ear and tooth.
"I've wasted enough of our time up here. Let's get back down. We got us a camp to help set up." Jexx jumped back to the tree that he climbed up originally, the one Dorcan was on, and began his decent.
"No problem," said Dorcan, and extending his black leathery wings, jumped out of the tree. As he fell he assumed the posture they had been taught in SAIA and sailed gently to earth, removing his gloves as he went.
Jexx eyed Dorcan as he glided down from the tree. "Show-off" he muttered to himself. Then he got a michivious smile. "But so am I!" Jexx then moved away from the trunk of the tree and began climbing down by the branches, in a routine not unlike a money swinging around. "Race you down!" Jexx called out to Dorcan.
Morgan exited his van after parking it appropriately. Though the broadcast from Jexx had been a short burst, Morgan quickly shifted vision frequencies to check for any Brotherhood traffic increases or active transmission pings.
Sighing in relief as he failed to find any, Morgan checked his gun and the appropriate credentials for his cover with the narcotics unit.
"I'm heading in on foot, don't feel like driving at the moment. If anything comes up, let me know... my communications frequency is published to our command comm. The channel is labelled f-o-x, foxtrot, oscar, x-ray." He sounded bored and tired.
Morgan shook his head as he left camp, Why did I get saddled with a bunch of amateurs? Serves me right for pretending to be one.
Morgan entered the town and headed towards the local constabulary/sheriff/police station.
Dorcan landed neatly and went to fetch his pack. He was just in time to catch Morgan heading off.
"Exo," he said. "Where is Morgan going? I do not believe we have yet established our assignments."
Jexx swung down from the lowest branch and landed on the ground after Dorcan, and walked over to the three members of the 'anti-Jexx' club.
Stopping in front of Josh Gidget, and Exo, he said to Josh, "Look, I'm really sorry about your muzzle. If I could do anything to fix it, I would. Though I'll make sure Doctor Sally takes a look at it if I have to."
Turning to Gidget, he said, "I'm also sorry about your ears. I didn't know that your end was cranked up to max. Whatever Rebel was using the van before us probably had some heavy metal rock going on or something like that."
And finally, to Exo, he said, "I was being sarcastic (mostly), but that was still a stupid and juvenile comment of me to make. I'm sorry."
To all three of them, he said, "And I'd like to try and make it up to you three. Is there anything specific you would like me to help with in setting up camp or any other matter, or should I just throw together your tents?"
Gidget sat contemplating at few feet away, listening to Jexx's apology. Gidget didn't really care anymore... and to tell the truth, it -had- been partially his fault anyways.
Note to self: Don't turn up the speakers to play techno while in rebellion van.
"No worries. I'm just a little edgy, and so I get upset easily. And it really didn't do much to my ear circuits - if anything it cleared it up a little. " Gidget's muzzle flashed an eased smile. It seemed like nothing really upset the bot for long - probably something to do with being a H.R. artificial intelligence.
"As for your offer... I'd like a quart of some nice oil. I like vintage." He cracked a grin and his ears flipped around amusedly. Yeah, Gidget was a headache on four legs - but at least he didn't hold a grudge long.
"I'm kidding. Of course. I don't need anything besides a power source, which Baiye brought along with her stuff. I'm absolutely fine."
Jexx laughed at the "apology accepted" from Gidget. Turning to Josh and Exo, he said, "What about you two? Is there anything I can do for you?" Then Jexx noticed just how much Josh's muzzle was bleeding. "Oh, um, damn, man. Should I get you some bandages and a rag for that? At least until Doctor Sally gets back?"
"Ib ba gud octer ib ennished I'd abishiabeid ib boo coulb elb ee bit boo ber, bo i canb het looge dat." Josh said in a slightly sour tone. Then he shot jex a smug smileish thing he could muster with that kind of an angle on his shnoz and shot a few fleks of blood at him after clearing his hands. A large bulbous patch of fur was standing up near the base of his muzzle. It looked as if parts of the blood vessel was damaged and leaking beneth the skin.
"Err, uhh... Sorry, but I really couldn't understand a word you just said. I'll just go get the bandages and rags anyway." Jexx ran at top speed to the nearest van. Jexx then began pulling out stacks of crates, looking in them, then tossing them on the ground. Finally he found the crate of medical supplies. Grabbing a length of bandage, a sort metal pole, and a rag, he scampered back over to Josh. Jexx used the rag to mop up as much of the blood as he could. Then, taking the bandage and pole, he quickly made a tourniquet around Josh's long muzzle, and made it very tight.
"MRRRRRMMMPPPHHHH!!!!" Josh protested loudly.
"Quit your complaining, there needs to be a lot of pressure on that thing to stop the bleeding, at least until miss Joywaves gets back. You got banged up really bad." Jexx turned the pole just a small amount more, for good measure. Not to hurt josh, but because he was genuinely concerned about the amount of bleeding that Josh had been doing. The Jexx stepped back and took a good look at Josh. The tourniquet seemed to be working, at least for the moment, even though there was quite an indignant look coming from behind the bandage. Jexx suddenly laughed. Josh couldn't talk anymore!
"Hey, I actually like you better this way!" Jexx said jokingly. Josh just glared.
Jexx turned to Exo to ask him if he needed anything from Jexx, but found Exo glaring off into the distance. Jexx followed his gaze, right to the mess Jexx had made at the van where he got the medical supplies.
"Oh, um, right. I guess you want me to go...clean that up then." Jexx quickly scurried off to the van, and began properly unloading the crates of weapons, gear, equipment, and supplies and arranging the creates in neat orders.
Once away from the boys, The Doc take off her microphone necklace and says to Baiye "Please, Baiye, I'm joking with you, and it is just between us. It is your own life, but Dorcan did said that he was Incubus, who in legends don't have a good rep., and even if he is not incubus, it is a bad image of oneself when you call yourself that.
I will explain something to you, My power is the power of empathy. I can hear/feel emotions of others and their pain when I touch them, but my control is only skin deep. I can block anyone out if I want but not Dorcan and he is andriod. We connected on a deeper level than I usually go, an uncontrolled flood on emotions and thoughts invaded me and I know my thoughts invaded him. I don't know what I know, since my mind is still trying sort it out. But I know for the first I lost control, and you just happen to be my next patient. Know that My control is/was back with you, and I only check people for any pain they themselves sometimes deny." says a sad otter. "Come let's go back, I just want to talk to you and I also want some Ditty Bitty Donuts, but they had to drive here without stopping.. Goddess, these cyber-punks and robots forgot that we organics need to take a break once in awhile"
The doc is just shock to see the mess of Josh and her medical kit. "Whay Cyberspace were you doing? and Beating up on Josh, shame on you, Jexx"
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Jexx's head popped out from behind one of the stacks of crates he was arranging, organizing, and sorting. "What are you talking about, Sally? I wasn't beating on him, and I had to do something to stop the bleeding until you got back."
Josh just sat there wimpering trying to breath through his squished mouth. they couldn't blame him after the numbness wears off the pressure tends to be very uncomfortable.
"Hushshsh You big goofs...!" scolds the Doc as she takes a clean towel and forces Josh's head up with his muzzle in the air "Now, Stay like that a minute." The Doc takes Josh hand and makes him hold the towel. Josh feels the familiar touch of magic with the Doc's touch as the last of his bleeding stops, but he still has a headache. With practice ease, The doctor has the medical kit back together in a minute and restores it in the van.
"Let that Headache remind you to watch where you are going and not to run off in a panic" Says the Doctor. "Now, Do we have a stove and where is the food stuff?"
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Jexx finished sorting, stacking, and organizing all of the crates of stuff from the first deployed van. Noticing Dortor Sally saying she needed some sort of stove or fire and some food, he went over to the Food, Cooking, and Medical supplies pile he just made. Grabbing one entire crate, he tooki it to the center of the clearing. Going back and opening up another crate, he pulled out a device that was vaguely cone-shaped, but was a bit hollw and there was no pointed end to it, as well as grabbing a grill and some pots and pans. Setting the device up on the ground next to the crate of food, he deftly manipulated a few toggles, knobs, and switches on the device. Controlled flames instantly sprang up from insidde the device. Jexx smartly snapped the grill over it, then layed out the pots and pans next to the arrangement. "I do hope that is satisfactory, Doctor Sally." Jexx said.
Walking back over to Exo, he snapped a salute with his handcannon, a salute much better than the one he gave when he was in the van. He really was trying to help now. "Is anything else I can assist with, Exo, sir?"
Exo makes a muffled chuckling sound as it snaps an oblong crate open and peers at the contents, though it may just be random tension vibrations in the myomer or air in the chassis...
"Negative. Preparations are almost complete."
It closes the crate again and locks it, standing and thinking for a moment.
Staring in shock at the little drama in front of him, Victor quickly snapped out of it. 'By all thats holy....' he thought.
Seeing Morgan starting off to town Victor jogged to catch up his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Wait up Morgan."
Vic checked that his pistols were loaded and strapped tight. He didn't need to worry about concealing them as he had a carry permit. The shotgun though was still nicely hidden with its stock folded in his bag.
Jexx also noticed Morgan and Victor leaving. Then Jexx remembered that Victor was the only one aside form Griffy who had not gotten any microcommunicators earlier. Quickly stopping by the equipment crates Jexx set up himelf, he fished out a microtransmitter and a microreciever and ran over to Victor, shouting, "Hey, uh, whatshisname...uh, Oh yeah! Victor! Wait up! You're gonna need these!" Jexx reached Victor and pressed the two devices into Victor's hand.
"Don't need em kid" Victor taped at his throat and ear. "Implants." Victor handed them back.
"Unless you can scan the channel and frequency coding of the microcomms, like Morgan and Baiye, you do need them, otherwise you can't get into the channel. It's secured, dedicated, and encrypted. For Rebellion use only." Jexx explained.
Sub-vocilising to the microbead in Jexx's hand Victor transmited to them.
"Kidd what do you think my stuff is for?" Victor cocked his head to the side continuing to transmit "My implants maybe failing but they are still top notch, and I'm very capable of breaking the encypt on these."
"Hey, Jexx do you have some favorite....Din.." the Doc, started to ask Jexx as she saw him run off into the woods... "mmmm I will just have to do a soup or no a stew... Yea a Beef stew with carrots and potatoes" she starts up the stove with a large pot of water, and cutting the carrots, meat and potatoes..
After a few minutes, she remembers to put her microphone/transmitter back on her neck
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Josh walked over to Joyweaves. "Ifin ya need any help cooking id be happy to lend my talents." He said in a very casual way. "I'm a great cook after all...... By the way thanks for fixing me up. I'm still a little foggy of the last few hours but I'm pretty sure Jexx caused it by accident. And that van wall is none too soft...." Josh was trailing off.
"OKay Here chop the onions, and cellery. Baiye do the potatoes, or can your dog do julian fries?" asks Sally. The Doc seems to be making enough stew to last a week.
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Josh whipps out his handy dandy gouge your spleen out all purpose knife. This sucker is about eight inches long not counting the hilt. Then he starts diceing like he's done it all his life. "I find that BBQ sauce with just a little spring water makes for a fine stew sauce."
Baiye smirked at the "julian fries" comment. She took it as a complement - and she was starting to really like the otter.
"I can do 'taters." She smiled and took a knife from the cooking supplies, as well as a chopping board. She slowly made chunks out of three potatoes, her hands working in good enough rhythm, though her face was contorted in concentration. To tell the truth - she wasn't so good at domestic chores.
Okay - she was more than "not good" - she survived off a steady diet of ramen, toast, and caffeine. But no one needed to know that. Besides - how hard was it to chop something up?
By the end of the first potato, she had a small pile of not-nearly-identical pieces. But they were edible - and that was all that counted.
Gidget lay curled up at Baiye's feet - he seemed to be asleep - but behind those close optical receptors, he was probably surfing the web. Baiye had the distinct feeling he was reading naughty fanfiction - as was his hobby - but she didn't make a comment. Everyone had their quirks. Gid just had more than the average robot-dog-thing.
Dorcan felt lost. He had been intending to go into town with Baiye to 'survey' the populace, but she was instead engaged in the activity of cooking - something which was lost on him, even as an incubus. But Exo seemed to be managing fine by himself so there was little else to do.
"I'm not hungry," he said, "and my sense of taste is not what it was, but if you want anything peeled or suchlike, I'm sure I can help you out." It was a pretty safe bet that Baiye and Sally would be able to read between the lines.
Mister was confused. One second they were about to go on patrol, and the next it seemed they were setting up camp. Unlike Dorcan, the subject of cooking was a welcome reprieve from his own befuddlement.
"I heard mention of preparation of the evening meal?" he strode over to Dr. Joywaves and the small platoon of chef's (whether the small relates to the height or number of the chef's I'll leave up to you) she had aquirred. "If I may be of any assistance, madam? I'll admit that I have no formal training in the culinary arts, but I have picked up a few things here and there."
Jexx trotted back to the camp after his conversation with Victor. To be quite honest, he was bothered by the fact that he and Morgan just went off to town like that, not even saying where they were going specifically. On account that being in this group had, for the first time in his 'life', lightened him up a bit, and the fact that all the members of this team were either already rebellion members or monitored by the Rebellion prior to their 'invitaions', he was able to let go of his paranoid streak just once and not question about where they were going. If the Jackson trusted them, then Jexx should too. But it still nagged at him. Something just wasn't right about this...Oh well.
Jexx walked back into the clearing and noticed several of the others already cooking food with the setup that Jexx himsefl provided. When Sally was asking who wanted what, Jexx replied, "I'm good, and not really one for cooked food. I can fend for myself."
Jexx went over to the food rations crate, and pulled out several packets of freeze-dried foodstuffs, and went to sit in the command post-deployed van to nibble on them. He had survived for the past two years on mostly raided or stolen Brotherhood supplies, and all Brotherhood food was freeze-dried. Jexx had developed a taste for that type of food, and not much else.
QuoteSeeing Morgan starting off to town Victor jogged to catch up his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Wait up Morgan."
Morgan paused long enough for Victor to catch up, "
I am going to get some work done in town. As I am using the cover as a Narcotics officer, I am going to approach the local law enforcement, present credentials and give them my cover story. I am going to follow standard police procedures to try and mitigate suspicion. This might have the added benefit of making me a target, it also may put them on edge. I'm going to setup a presence at a hotel and obtain samples of local food and drink for analysis. Hopefully I can make myself a target, one that they will move against."
Morgan cursed slightly as if remembering something he forgot to do. Morgan triggered his CTC and kicked off a network boot of the laptop in the case he was carrying. He activated a simple publishing program and printed off a stack of simple, government style business cards with a mobile number and email listed. The CTC also accessed his open chipped SIM in his phone and established a VOIP address from his PXE server at home and spoofed it off the federal service provider.
"
Victor, it is best if we split up here, unless you have the appropriate credentials and want to travel the overt route with me. This could be very dangerous, or it could pan out to nothing. If you are coming, my name for this is Jerome Allard and we are investigating drug activity that has been moving North and tracking supply lines."
Morgan headed off and arrived at the police station, he entered and approached the reception desk. Producing his credentials, he addressed the desk officer, "
Good afternoon, I am agent Jerome Allard and would like to see the chief or your officer in charge."
OOC: Note, font indicates an accent change. His basic semi-English accent is denoted by
[Arial] font. Use of
[Harrington] font denotes a shift to a low-land Scottish-like accent without the usual local colloquialisms.
The Stew was cooking just nicely and the Doc thanks Baiye and Josh. "Mister Mister maybe you can make something sweet to drink or a nice dessert. After Dinner, we can think of what course to take in the morning and we will have a clearer picture once Victor and Morgan get back." says the Doctor and she turn on her microphone"Vic and Morgon, Be careful and I'll have some stew for you when you cone back
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Edit : The doctor setup her testing equipment after dinner, as she listens to the "planning". SHe has tested the soil and water of this local area, and a few spots closer to town. Hoping to maybe find something out of the ordinary, and Also hoping not to since If the Brotherhood's controling power spread this far out from town, it could spread to other towns, just by "natural" means.
"Josh and Jexx can you go hunting for small wild animals. I need to test if the local animals could be carrying something." asks The Doctor "I'll be ready to go to town in the morning once I finish my tests. I think Victor and Morgan are smart enough to bring some food stuff from town, didn't you?" asks Sally on the comm links to the group. The doctor will be busy most of the night and half the next morning. as she testing of chemical and drugs, and possible nanites.
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Jexx looked up at the Doc's request. "All right, Sally. Can do." Jexx quickly finished his 'meal' of freeze-dried packets of stuff, and hopped out of Mobile Ops Alpha.
Walking over to Josh, he said, "You heard the lady. Move like you got a purpose!"
When passing through town, whether Morgan noticed it or not, the townsfolk were decidedly... creepy. Everyone was extrodinarily polite to one another. Everyone said hello to everyone else. Some even mentioned how well they were obeying the local laws to a police officer who was directing traffic. The drivers all had their attention forward and both hands on their steering wheels, at 10 and 2. A few folks had even tossed overly-friendly greetings at Morgan. Aside from everyone's way over-polite nature, everything appeared normal... just really creepy.
The front desk officer, a young vixen, looked up at "Jerome" with a big smile.
"Welcome to the Northon Police Department, where we make sure that the streets are safe for you and yours. How can I help you today?" She asks in a tone usually reserved for a peppy camp counselor.
After Morgan identifies himself, she takes the credentials and reviews them and then tapped away on a keyboard. She then places the credentials on the desk, right in front of him.
"Well agent, your credentials check out, but I don't have you listed as being transferred here. Is this some kind of surprise inspection or do you have an appointment with the chief?" She asked, ending her question with a bright and happy smile.
She seemed all too cheerful while talking to him. It was... well, creepy.
Morgan, as Jerome, smiled back at her and retrieved his credentials, "I'm not transfering here lass, I am a special agent investigating drug smuggling activity. We are tracing supply lines and funneling channels coming up from the coast. I need to speak with the chief to coordinate our actions while in Northon."
He paused briefly before continuing, "Do you know what happened to the smaller settlements on the road here from the city? A lot of burned out buildings."
The vixen looked a bit confused.
"Drug smuggling? We haven't heard of anything like that. Why, the Brotherhood would have notified us of that." She says.
She listens to his second question.
"Oh, those were hideouts of the bad people. The Brotherhood took them away and made sure that no one would ever be able to threaten our town again. The Brotherhood takes care of us." She says.
She looks back at the computer screen.
"The chief has an opening right now. I'll buzz you in." She says.
She touches a button under the desk and the door on the wall behind her buzzes and unlocks.
"He's in the third door to the left. Have a nice day agent." She says in that overly cheerful tone.
At the vixen's comment about the burning of the surrounding towns, Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly but nodded, "Ah ell, good for you then that he Brotherhood is looking into your interests, but they should check with Federal law enforcement before taking drastic action and all."
If Morgan had fur, it would stand on end at her creepy cheerfulness, but he remained as neutral as he could, "Thank you for your time officer."
Morgan headed towards the door and sent a tight beam transmission, bouncing it off a satellite and back towards the camp with a summary of the town, visual recordings with audio and a brief report. I will be seeing the chief of police, I am sending live feed just in case there is a problem.
Opening the door and heading in, he walked down the hall and selected the third door on the left, if there is a name on the door he takes note of it.
"Good afternoon, I am agent Jerome Allard. How are you this fine day?"
As Jexx was just about to start walking out of the camp with Josh to acuire the animal sally had requested, he heard Morgan's notice over the microcomms, then a beep from Mobile Ops Alpha. Quickly running over to the van, and looking at the screen, seeing the video Morgan was sending, he shouted, "Hey everyone! Get over here, quick! You're gonna want to see this, it might be important! And Josh and I'll get those animals for you after this, Sally." he added as a reassuring sidenote. As the group rushed over, Jexx manipulated the computer console to make a large screen appear on the outside of the van, so everyone could watch without crowding inside.
Exo wanders over to the van and climbs inside, adjusting some of the equipment as it takes a seat inside the vehicle, deftly retuning the sensors to better recieve the feed. "Interesting... perhaps adjusting the phase-frame manifold would... no, no, nevermind... let's see what we have so far..."
"Functional Epistemology, my dear Norris," murmured Dorcan. He was talking to himself. After all he was one of the only people in Furrae to have read that story, let alone this realm.
"Well it looks like they are definitely being mind or mood-controlled," he said. "I wonder how?"
I wonder if it would affect me, he added mentally.
Mister was just about to get to work on the requested desserts, something involving fruit, whipped cream and cinnimon, when Jexx put up Morgan's transmission on display. "One minute, young sir. I need to... Simply..." After a couple frantic seconds of wondering where to set down the mixing bowl he had been using, he simply placed in on a convenient stump and (giving one final stern look to a bunch of squirrels who had been eyeing his work a tad too closely) joined the others at the screen. He didn't bother to remove the apron he'd found amongst the cooking supplies.
Baiye and Gidget - having finished the potatoes and internet surfing, respectively, wandered over to the monitor with everyone else. Starting to get a little crowded around the portable screen, but no matter. Gidget pulled it up internally, watching the feed without watching the screen.
"Gives me the heebie-jeebies. I wonder if they have other 'moods' too. Like the brotherhood could flip a switch and turn them into homicidal maniacs. Creepy." She shuddered a little, shaking her head and making her silver hair fly around her face.
"One would think her face would start to hurt after a while, smiling as much as she does." Gid's ears flipped around nonchalantly, but soon they froze. As it turns out, it was his ears that functioned as recievers. At least now the "radio" antennae inside his ears made sense.
Baiye glanced at Dorcan as he wondered aloud about how it was being done. She was rather curious too, to tell the truth. She picked through possibilities in her mind, trying to think of something that would do that.
Her hands brushed her cheek as she tapped into her own communicator, her eyes cloudy with thought again.
"Say - Morgan. Do you have the components to see if there's some infrasound or ultrasound being pumped into the town? That could be it... It seems most likely to me." She gritted her teeth a little - it seemed likely, but the Brotherhood would probably be a lot smarter than that... unless they just had it guarded well.
"If you don't recall, O Creator, I have recievers for that sort of thing. Dork." Gidget grumbled as he rolled his eyes - sometimes he just didn't get Baiye's mind. Once she started thinking about something, everything else in her mind got lost in some sort of black hole.
"Gid could probably pick it up - should that be the case, but I'm not sure if I want to have you trapsing around town alone just to eavesdrop, Bud. It's just not smart." The girl cast a warm smile to the cainoid, and bit her lip in consideration as she turned back to the monitor, deep in thought.
"Do you think it is likely to affect cybers?" asked Dorcan casually.
"Personally I doubt it's ultrasound, since humans and furres are going to have quite different hearing ranges. If it is nanotechnology, it will have to enter the body somehow. I find it unlikely that the same device would be able to affect both organic and synthetic lifeforms."
"Not impossible," he admitted, "but unlikely."
"Or it could be some sort of psychic, or more likely psionic, field amplifier device. I doubt it would affect purely mechanical minds, but if there is even a hint of organic, biological, or even the raw essence of life itself present in the mind, I think it will have some sort of effect. If it's powerful enough to affect the entire town, it would almost certainly be very large and bulky generator-like device, powered by a psionic-capable person, and heavily guarded."
Several of those assemble glanced at Jexx, as in, 'how the heck would you know that?' "What?" he asked defensively. "Um, let's just say I've had some run-ins with psychic and/or psionic Brotherhood goonies, and leave it at that."
"Whatever the control "signal" is, it would be send from the Brotherhood tower or we could be look at old fashion mindwashing plot, too. Victor, Morgan, see If there is an age limit to the Happy go lucky? We may only see the young being the most faithful. Or they all watch the same Entertainment channel which is controlled by the Brotherhood.... Which Come to think of it, only the non-psions and/or non magicusers would be effected by subliminal suggestion. Still I am banking on something making Sub's more effective here. or nanites, however unlikely that is. No one has knowledge of how to reproduce nanites in the body without them going rogue.
It would be ironic if the Brotherhood is using psion to control the masses even as they claim that they are the enemy to all." says the Doctor as she continues her tests on the local water, air and land.
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"I mean, heck, come to think of it, it's probably a psionic-emulator generator. It wouldn't need an actual psychic or psionic person to power it. It would definately not be an instantaneous control-field, like an actual psion-powered amplifier might be. An emulator would be slow to affect, and build up it's full effect over time, like Exo said back at the warehouse. And if Morgan has been able to waltz right in without becoming an uber-peppy zombie, and it is a psionic device we up against, it's almost certainly an emulator. Though the ultrasonic and nanites are possibilities. Like said, improbabilities, but not impossibilities." Jexx said.
The chief was a grizzled old bloodhound, but somehow he managed to pull of a creepy looking grin.
"Well hello there agent." The chief said. "I understand you're looking into some drug smuggling. We don't have anything of that sort happening around here. If there was anything like that happening here, I'd be the first to know, since the Brotherhood would have already spotted it and notified me."
He nodded a bit.
"And since they haven't notified me then that means that there's no drug activity here, so I'm afraid that there's nothing I can really do for you at this point." He says, still with that creepy smile.
Morgan smiled back, "That might be true, chief, in a conventional sense. However, we are following up on leads that suggest some drug smugglers are hiding here in between runs. There is also a chance that they may be looking to expand into this area and are planning to check things out, this means they would have arrived fairly recently or may be moving in soon. Either way, we are not expecting to find anything, but we have to go through the motions to keep the DA and my captain back home happy. I am sure you know how that works. Give us a couple of weeks of looking around and we will be out of your hair. Most likely we will spend the time in the nearest pub to our hotel, but we thought it would be polite and let you know we were on your beat, just in case we need backup. It might be good to know who your Brotherhood contact is, just in case we run into him so there is no problems from their end."
Morgan, keeping appearances as Jerome, reached in his pocket and pulled out his "business card". his mobile number and spoofed federal email were on it. "Just in case you need to get in touch with me, here is my card. I'll be staying at the Comfortable Inn, check with the front desk and they will ring up to my room."
The chief took the card and nodded.
"Alright, just don't interfere with any of the officers out there. I won't be able to give you the name of my contact with the Brotherhood, but if you really need their help, just go to the tower and explain things to them. They take care of us, so I'm sure they'd be more than willing to help you out." He said with a cheery tone.
Morgan almost shivered at the grin and cheery tone, "This must be quite the place to live, everyone seems so happy, good natured and neighborly. What's your secret? Clean living? Good diet? Tai chi?"
Lobotomy?
"Whatever it is, the rest of the world sure could use it." Morgan lied, but as he did so, he immediately took air samples and examined the area with all spectrum of sensors from ultraviolet, infrared and errant electromagnetic signals or presence, aural signature of the chief. He also scanned all sound ranges, from ultrasound through the highest ranges he could pick up.
The small contingent of nanites on the card proceeded to enter the chief and begin their analysis.
OOC: all the scans are visible through the feed being sent back to base camp. The nanites are fully functional and controlled by my internal processor unit. They will attempt a cellular and chemical analysis.
Jexx had continued to monitor the video and audio Morgan had been sending from the main command console screen. When the police chief officially authorized Morgan's stay, Jexx pumped his metal arms into the air. "Yes! Girls, boys, and bots, we are in business! Slick work, Morgan."
A little bit later, Morgan began sending the analysis information. Jexx quickly rerouted it directly to Miss Joywaves' personal equipment. "Sally, you getting this?" He asked.
Josh was too consumed with the story about the burnt buildings the vixen gave Morgan. "Who were these 'bad men'? Magic users like ME, or sympethetics? Awwww man! This is why I hate genocide!"
After spiliting up with Morgan, Victor headed off to find a bar. Not just any bar mind you one of those really seady biker gang/washed up merc bars.
Atleast he hoped there was one.
Unfortunately, nothing is seedy in this town... and it's completely dry. No bars for as far as they eye could see. Alcohol wasn't even being sold in stores or served in restaraunts.
Standing on the corner of a insanely tidy street Victor scratched his head. "This place is completely whacked. I mean not one single bar?!?"
The chief just smiled.
"The Brotherhood keeps us safe, so we can all be happy and live stress free lives." He said.
Morgan's nanites didn't pick up anything in the air, except for a relatively weak and harmless electromagnetic field. It was too weak to interfere with any electronics or communications. It was hardly detectable even, until the nanites went to work.
But the nanites in the chief picked up something very odd. A simple microchip implanted under the skin on the back of his neck. It appeared to be interfacing directly with the nervous system. And what's more, it appeared to be recieving information from the weak electromagnetic field somehow.
Analysis has determined the existence of a microchip linked to the nervous system. Low-level electromagnetic field appears to provide an information link to a host system(s) or possibly a network.
Morgan attempted to direct the nanites to the site of the microchip. I need the nanites to interface with the chip and see if they can tap into its programming and connect to the information transmission feed. I need the signal isolated, do not accept any queries, access requests or any interaction. Receive the transmission and store it as code, then run an analysis on it. If possible trace it back to a source.
Working...
"Thank you chief, it would be best if I got to work now. Good day."
Morgan nodded respectfully and exited the chief's office, heading back out the hall door into the main area of the police station. He nodded to the vixen as he exited the building.
The Doctor is focusing on the data from the IC chip in the Police Chief's neck. It looks like she is going to need to be in direct contact to see it can be removed, but the others are going have to figure out if they can be removed them without alerting the Brotherhood. Blowing the the chips with massive EM pulse could kill the populous at large.
"Morgan Do I understand that the microchip on the Chief is transmitting data to the web on a change frequency? Oh Goddess, Morgan, you may have to worry that the Brotherhood is getting data feed on you from the Chief." Shouts the otter over the comlink.
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Morgan soon recieves a report on the analysis of the chip. It seems that it's strictly a receiver. It recieves signals from the electromagnetic field and transmits the signals directly to specific parts of the host's brain that would cause this type of behavior. The signals themselves appear to be a form of subliminal messages, made up of mostly pro-Brotherhood propoganda.
"Correction: Not the web, Medic. If it was even capable of transmission - and systems that size rarely are - Unit calculates that the most likely recieving source for the transmissions would of course be the tower. That is assuming the Brotherhood would want to keep direct tabs on the populace and have to crunch all the possible data that would come around because of constant transmission."
Exo pauses, merely out of decency and to think some more.
"Extrapolation: systems that size rarely contain a power source large enough for continued long-range transmission of data. Whilst recieving is fairly non-stressing to the power system, transmitting tends to be significantly more draining, dependant on distance, interference and so on."
It fiddles with some equipment and adjusts a few widgets to keep the incoming transmission stable.
"Summary: Morgan is likely not in direct danger yet. However the Chief may yet report him to the Brotherhood anyway. If everyone in the town is as cheerful as they seem, on the other manipulator, then the Chief may ironically ask for Brotherhood investigators to assist in Morgan's search for the smugglers."
Jexx was still in the main command console. When Moragn's data about the microchips reached him, he said, "Man, we all were really off on that one. At least we know that the risk of us falling under their control is zilch, unless one of us gets captured and implanted."
Gerald was walking through some forest, after being lost for several hours. The two stupid AIs in his head had convinced him to stray of the path, and now here he was, climbing over bushes and worming around trees, with very little supplies left.
The he saw that up ahead there seemed to be a clearing. Greald walked towards it, talking aloud to the two voices that made him think that he was going insane sometimes.
"I told you so, Omega. I told you we should have gone left instead of right. And Mars, I knew we shouldn't have strayed from the path, but nooooo, you two just had to be right, didn't you? Well, now look at where we are. Stumbling through some godforsaken forest with no clue as to-"
Gerald stopped short as he stepped fully into the clearing. There were several parked black vans, one of them looked like some outpost, a pile of crates next to it, what looked like cooking equipment in the center of the clearing...
And a rather large group of the most random assortment of people, cyborgs, and robots Gerald had ever seen, standing around the van that looked like an explosion of equipment at first glance.
"Eh?" Gerald said under his breath, "Food!"
"Um, excuse me..." Gerald yelled to the group, "Um, I've lost my way. Could any of you be so kind as to give me directions?" He smiled
And hopefully some food...
Jexx, from inside the van, heard an unfamiliar voice approaching. He couldn't understand what was being said, but the the voice suddenly became clearer, and he heard it asking for directions.
Confused, Jexx got up from the command console and jmped out of the back of the van, seeing a strange cat anthro with a mechanical eye standing at the edge of the clearing.
Jexx morphed his hands back into his usual handcannons, powered them up, and pointed them both at the stranger, Jexx demanded "Who the hell are you?"
"Whoa! Hey! Please, don't shoot!" Gerald yelled putting his hands up.
He just stood there as his cybernetic eye focused on the cannons.
<Unknown Energy weapon>
<Leathality: Unknown>
<Ammo: Unknown>
<Integrity: Unknown>
<Advised action: Negotiate>
"Listen, I'll put my weapon aside if you put away yours, ok?" He said, slowly pulling an ancient Colt revolver hidden on his ankle and throwing it aside, "There." He sighed, returning his hands to the air.
The things I'd do for food...
"My name's Renald Gin, I got lost. Could you please tell me where the nearest city is? I need to resupply"
"Who sent you?" asked Dorcan, his eyes narrowing as he assumed an aggressive stance.
It could go either way. The Brotherhood seem to take care of their own, so he could easily be a refugee... unless it's a bluff... Gods, I miss being able to thought-read.
Mister turned toward Jexx and the newcomer.
"Jexx, young sir, I do believe people still stray from previously beaten paths in this day and age. There is no call to threaten him." That young man is most certainly in need of some manner of guidance; violence is so often what is foremost on his mind.
"No one sent me, I just thought cutting through the forest was a bit faster."
<Risk levels high>
<Mars Status: Standby>
"Please don't hurt me..."
<Well, looky there, surveillance vans. Brotherhood?>
Why whould the brotherhood have a Steam... thing... wazamawhozit? Gerald thought truly confused...
<Good point...>
Jexx listened to Mister, but shook his head. "We have no idea who this guy is. I do honestly doubt he is from the Brotherhood, but in what experience I have, I've learned to never, ever take chances."
Jexx then looked around at all the allies on his side, then back at the newcomer, who had thrown away his only (visible) weapon. Jexx figured that even if this guy had other concealed weapons and was indeed a threat, and made a wrong move, he'd be nothing but a smoking crater from almost a dozen different attacks at once. Still, Jexx hadn't managed to stay alive fighting the Brotherhood alone for two years without being a little paranoid.
So Jexx decided that, with everyone standing next to him, he could afford to calm down, just a little. So Jexx lowered his left handcannon. But only his left. The right one he kept firmly trained on the stranger. Then Jexx began circling around, until he was standing off to the side of the stranger (as opposed to behind him, where Jexx could be caught in a crossfire), and said, "I, for one, still don't trust you. And I won't be taking anything you say at face value until I'm at least absolutely sure you are unable to cause us any harm. If you don't want my burning balls of plasma frying your body to crispy barbecue, I suggest you step forward, slowly, toward the cop-looking guy. And keep your hands up!" To the cop-looking guy in question, Jexx called out "Griffy, you said you were in a narc unit once. You any good with pat-downs?"
Gerald smirked, "Well, since we're being honest, my name's really Gerald Flint, 'Renald' is just what my ID says... and, tell you the truth, I don't trust you %100 either. It's obvious your not Brotherhood, the steam golem gives it away, still, you never know."
<While we're on the topic, that wound you got from the scavengers hasn't healed yet, it'll take some time, the bullet was infected.>
Great, how much longer?
<Say, two hours?>
Crap, Gerald thought, looking at the vans, Omega, see if you could slither your way in there, see what I'm up against.
<I don't know, this guy dosen't seem like he'd think twice about killing you>
<She's right, besides, your only real weapon is five steps beside you... but then again...>
Shut up Mars... Gerald thought stepping to Griffy
Doctor Sally looks up from her computer and Morgans data on the mind controlling microchip at the noise of newcomer was causing.
"Well, I'll see what the troubles is about" she says to herself. She walks over to Gerald "Hello, and who else are we?" The doctor's danger sense put him in non- Brotherhood, but he maybe a target or threat.
"Look This is a back road and all, and we are all jumpy with the brotherhood so heavy handed here, So lets just go over there" [as she point to a fallen tree log and good 30 meter away from the camp]" and you guys can question they or him. I can give her or him and a checkup, Okay?" says a little confused and worried otter doctor. "We can see if him safe, in control of his own mind or not? Well, I will be able to see if he is a victim of the brotherhood's scam or not."
The dark grey otter lady doctor schooing Gerald and anyone else to tree log, so she could work on him. Gerald can see her medical bag and medical clothing. As she directs him to the log Her empath powers had flared again, and she was reading a group of people with this new guy. But beyond knowing that he had a group of people inside him somehow and a bullet, she was has clueless as the rest of them.
"Well Come on! You can stand there for a few hours and I will check you out after you fall down unconscious or we can see to you, now." states the Doc as she walk to the log herself and stands there awaits.
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"Hmm.. In control of my mind? Yes. My AIs... Not so much." Gerald moaned walking over, "And besides, if I was with the Brotherhood, I'd be drooling and have half my brain ooze out of my ear." He ranted, "In fact, that was who I was running away from..." He paused... and slapped his face (in a D'oh sort of way).
I just told them, didn't I?
<Uh-Hu>
I'm gonna die, arn't I?
<Uh-Hu>
"L...listen," Gerald said, half panicing, "I lost them about five miles ago, I'm just putting some comfortable space between us, just in case..."
"You led them to us?" shrieked Dorcan. With a supreme effort of self-will he managed to calm himself, and turned to the doctor. "Yes... give him a check-up..." he said unsteadily, "first priority should be to locate and disable any tracking devices. We may still have to relocate the base camp though," he added.
Gerald sighed, "Those weren't Brotherhood you nincompoop, you panic too easily. Sorry 'bout that, I'm Omega, Gerald's assisting AI." Gerald said in a peaceful, yet irritated voice, a bit diffrent than his own.
"Omega! I told you to ask me before you take over..." Gerald said in his normal voice, his head shaking as if to get something off, "Sorry... A small glitch in her programming... doesn't happen often." Gerald apologized, his ears folding back in embarrassment. "Still, I shouldn't need much attention, my repair nanoids should be able to fix me up, and Omega would detect almost any outgoing broadcast."
Jexx was visibly happy at the prospect of Botherhood coming for them. It meant he could set up an ambush, and take whoever he needed.
Then a female's voice eminated from the cat's mouth. Jexx would have been more surprised at that, but there were only two words in the first sentance that Jexx cared about, and they dissapointed him; "weren't Brotherhood".
Then the cat started on about an AI, and the matter of the Brotherhood was pushed just back in Jexx's line of thought. "Wait..." Jexx began. "Are you saying that you have an AI...in your head?"
"Erm, Well, two... one for strategy and one for combat, I've been working on 'Alter Ego' AIs, where they temporarily control your body. Nonetheless, there's always a limit to the free will, so it can't go and... say, murder your best friend... your mind just wouldn't allow it and purge the AI from your mind. Still, they make me feel insane every once in awhile."
<I told you this experiment wouldn't bode well with the public.>
Hush!
Jexx merely had one eybow raised so high it looked like it waws going to jump off his face. All he did was mutter something under his breath, "Sounds like something Baiye would be interested in..."
Dorcan raised an eyebrow. The level of miniaturisation required was surprising. Either that or it's multiple-personality disorder, he thought to himself.
"Look, I don't mean to be harsh," he told the feline, "but you'd probably be paranoid as well in my place. I am trapped in a strange world and the first people I met - this so-called Brotherhood - seem to want me dead. All in all I've had a really bad day."
"Yeah, I can see that, but still, I wasn't even armed!" He said, glad he kept Mars under control, "Could I get my gun? I... I feel naked without it, or something of the sorts..." He asked as his body started to involuntarily twitch.
"Naked or not you are an overly nervous man trapesing about the forest talking to your self.....and talking about putting ai in your own head. now you want us to just hand you a dangerous weapon? Honestly I don't know who is more insane. You, or the people starting to belive you!?" Josh said as he kept his hands near his nine millis just incase.
"Oh no! No gun for you!" Jexx yelped, bringing his left handcannon back up. Unlike the slightly twitching feline, Jexx's hands were pefectly steady, focused with the single-minded intensity of turning this guy to ahs if he even thought about taking a step back toward his gun. Jexx quickly circled around to where said gun was, morphed one handcannon to a hand, then, while still perfectly focused on the feline, reached down and grabbed the gun, before placing it in a pocket of his shorts, then circled around back to where he was.
"You can have this back when I know for absolutely sure that you have no intention of harming us."
"I think we should let him have his gun back, if he wants it so badly," said Dorcan.
"I'm not so sure about the ammunition, though."
Jexx stayed focused on Gerald, but just barely heard and understood what Dorcan said. "...Fine. But I can't do it, I don't even trust you guys to shoot him if he makes the slightest wrong move."
With the one hand that was still a hand, Jexx reached down to his pocket to fish out the gun. It was then that he just barely felt something strange about it's weight, but disregarded the felling. Keeping both eyes and one handcannon trained firmly on Gerald, Jexx used his one free hand to toss the gun to Dorcan. "Check it."
(OOC: I'm assuming that if anyone fiddles with the thing, it's chameleon ability will deactivate...)
"Just, please, I don't care about the ammunition, it's like a security blanket, ok?" Gerald said, getting more twitchy
"He gets like this every time he's weaponless... but press the safety on the pistol, it's not what you think it is."
"Couldn't you be alittle more descriptive that that? For all we know it could be a bomb." Josh sneered. The typical xenophobe from a village in hideing was really starting to show.
It looked like a revolver, so Dorcan attempted to snap it open to empty the chamber. To his mild surprise, it would not open that way. In fact, it didn't feel quite the same as it looked. Checking it carefully, he aimed it at the ground and fired, to be rewarded by a short beam of energy which punched a hole into the topsoil. Cute.
Flicking the safety catch, he studied the handle and removed the power pack. As he did so, it flickered and changed into something rather more plain and functional. If it couldn't even disguise itself anymore, it probably couldn't fire either, but Dorcan wanted to be sure. He checked and tested the weapon all over again, just in case it had some residual charge or a backup supply. Satisfied, he returned the weapon to its owner.
Dorcan turned to Jexx. "I guess we'd better frisk him, but don't be too rough. We have few enough friends as it is..."
Josh was already half way to the vans, but they could hear him muttering. "f***in insane asylem that's what this place is. when i find those b******* that destroyed my village ill kill em all ang go hide somewhere yeah." He clambered back into a van and took a nap. Though Josh was just kidding about killing he hopped to expose the brotherhood for what it really was and bring magic back to the public as a good thing again.
Jexx heard the unmistakeable sound of an energy blast when Dorcan fired the weapon. Jexx grinned at Gerald. "An energy weapon disguised as an archaic, outdated slugthrower? Boy, that was strike one." The red glow from Jexx's handcannons winked evily. "And I only give...one strike. But, given the day I've had, and the current circumstances, I'm willing to give you one more."
The Jexx heard Dorcan saying, like Jexx said earlier, to frisk him. Jexx simply said, "Are you suggesting I do that? I'd probably bash him upside the head with my handcannons if I tried to do that. And I'm not so sure it'd be by accident..."
"Let's just say the Brotherhood is an enemy of all. Thanks." Gerald explained, "The Brotherhood have been bugging and hacking me trying to get to my major battle AI systems, I used to program for the military. So, frustrated, I uploaded my two most important AIs into me, and wiped my computer's hard drive with a super magnet. Besides, everytime I get a patdown, they dismiss it, asuming it's as old as it looks. That, and it can be programed to look like most any weapon."
Dorcan looked around. He'd never actually frisked someone before and he was afraid he'd get it wrong. But there was no-one else he could see to hand.
Jexx was going to be rough, Victor and Morgan had left camp, and Griff had too by the looks. Josh was asleep, Exo... somehow he couldn't see Exo frisking an organic lifeform working out too well. Or Mister for that matter. That left Baiye and the doctor.
Here goes nothing, he thought and gave it his best shot.
Other than a concealed laptop that was pressed up inside Gerald's backpack, Dorcan found very little, not even much food left in it, most of the food was just berries and other abundant fruit.
"Ya know, I wouldn't trust those, Mars says they're good for me, but I swear he wants me dead... Do you know where I could salvage some parts for my laptop? I could always use some upgrades!" Gerald said, obviously sidetracked, or derailed completely for that matter...
Jexx was slightly relieved that Dorcan's search yielded nothing more dangerous than a laptop that might give you a bruise if swung, but Jexx still wasn't entirely convinced. It was something that this Gerald said. "You said that one of the two AIs in your head is a combat AI." Jexx narrowed his eyes. "What are it's capabilities, exactly?"
Gerald sighed, "To tell you the truth, I don't know it's full extent, or all of his capabilities. What I do know is this: 1: He increases my speed, strength, and endurance; 2: He can use most any weapon, even if it's impromptu; 3: He increases my accuracy to more than pinpoint; and 4: I can only do one of two things: wait, or abort. Mars, or 'Project: Mars' as he was conceived, was designed to be a standalone war droid AI, set to be in mass production in three years, not an assistant AI. I heard the brotherhood was making a new war droid factory, so I ran. Panicking, I put his files 'next' to Omega's, and so, whenever I'm forced to attack, Mars activates and pushes my body to its limits. But I'd rather be in pain for a few days than dead." He smiled.
"Ok, the creepiness of having some voice in your head posses you at any time aside...what I'm really concerned about is; is this 'Mars' any good at hand-to-hand or close-quarter combat?" Jexx inquired.
Gerald thought about it, "Well, he doesn't specialize in it no, he likes... more intresting things, for lack of a better term... I'd say just about fifth Kyū, not real good, I've seen better..."
Jexx just continued to hold his handcannons out, the red glow from the barrels still present. Well, if essentially weaponless he wasn't that much of a threat...
"Ah, caution and paranoia be damned." The red glow from the barrels went out, and Jexx lowered his handcannons. Of course, he didn't morph them into hands, he only does that when he actually as immediate need of them.
"So... wacha' guys doing anyways? Any way I could help?" Gerald asked, his cyber eye fixed on Dr. Joywave's computer.
Umm, Omega, Error E:M:432, Eye's not moving
<Shut up, I know, this is intresting, look!> She said, hushed, relaying the information being sent to the computer to Gerald's eye as well.
This is intresting... Gerald thought, hiding a smile.
"Good sirs and madam," Mister addressed Gerald (assuming that was the proper introduction to a multiminded entity), "While we apologize for our earlier reaction, I would not yet ask that were I you. Innocent though you may be, an untrained man in an otherwise balanced team may jeopardize this mission. Furthermore, I don't believe our superiors would be entirely pleased with our taking on apprentices."
Baiye streached and yawned from her place snuggled beneath a nearby tree. Good food, comfortable ride... it made her so drowsy. Aaaahynnn... She didn't even notice the cat that had caused the ruckus at first - still half asleep in her dreamworld of wires, nuts, and bolts.
Gidget messaged her a "silent" communicaion - straight from his internal drive to her headphones, relaying the details of the last twenty minutes or so... and especially perking her interest at the mention of the AI's. She seemed almost visibly intrigued, her grey eyes alit and a smile creeping up on her face.
"Mornin'." She pulled herself to her feet, streaching her arms up and twisting her shoulder blades as she woke herself up.
"So - Gid mentions something about an A.I.? Or two? That's nifty... Can they upload themselves elsewhere? Say if we needed to interrogate you... could you put your AI into Gidget, perhaps? For all purposes he's stripped of weaponry - worst he could do was bite somebody... so it seems a little more... Practical."
"I object..."
"Overruled, Canoid 001. You're my toy - I can play with you if I want." She smiled a somewhat evil grin, her eyes sparkling.
"Ah I may not be military minded, but Uploading an combat AI into even a unarmed robotic Dog, may not be a "good" idea. Especially an AI who may want to kill his creator and the robot can repair niuld things." the good Doc Pipes up as she finds the bullet in Gerald. "Now, WE will stay still because this is going to hurt"
The bullet wound area suddenly feels warm and Gerald's nanites report that the bullet is moving slowly back up the wound path as the flesh begins to healing and closing up behind it. There is a dull pain caused by the bullet recuts the fresh. The pain inceases as the bullet reaches the skin and than the air. The bullet falls to the ground as the pain gets to be like a hot iron, but the otter quickly covers the bullet hole with her paw and the warm milk feeling returns and then it fades away. The wound is heal as good as new.
The Doctor looks very tried as she stumbles to her feet and slowly walks to the vans.
"Come on lets get packing, if we have to move." grumbles Sally The doctor looks exhausted, and stops to rest against the nearest van.
PBH
Exo pops it's head out of the main command van, scanning down the group with thermals out of laziness.
"Irate Request: Would you all please stop making so much noise? Fine-tuning configuration of a phase frame manifold is extremely-- oh--" It pauses. "Disregard previous statement. New response: Query: Who is this newcomer?"
"Eh, he's a shifty guy if you ask me. I'm still not sure I trust him, but oh well. That's probably not quite what you wanted to hear, warbot. He says he was lost in the woods, and happened to stumble his way here. He's got a mix-n-match laptop, some funky energy pistol that can disguise itself as just about any other kind of pistol, and two damn queer AIs locked up in his head that can take control of him at any time. One of 'em is supposed to be a tactical analyst of some sort, the other is a combat AI." Jexx explained.
"In fact, if he had made a wrong move, (which he almost did), you probably would have missed the fireworks. Or barbacue. Or whatever your preferance."
"I rather like BBQ. specially with smokey sauce." Josh's voice lazily meandered out of the van he was trying to sleep in.
"Woah, hey! I am NOT queer thank you very much! And besides, we're not 'locked up' here! We can jump out at any time!" Mars yelled in his own special way: a dark, deep, near demonic voice.
"Calm down... what he means is, they can go to anywhere onto anything with a wireless reciver... So long as it allows uploads..." Gerald added, "And as for the 'killing me' bit, he knows his algoritums lead to self-termenation if he does not follow the Laws of the Machine. Oh! Speaking of which, may I use my laptop?"
Josh unable to sleep wandered over. "what he means is strange not homosexual." Josh sat down. "I think haveing multiple personalities of your own free will is a bit odd too. dosen't one tend to try to get rid of the excess personas?"
Exo makes a 'snrk' noise, then pauses. Then snickers some more before suppressing itself.
"Correction: You forget, young comrade, that Unit does not miss. Unit merely fires warning shots." It blinks, changing to UV as it looks at Gerald, then flicks back to standard colour. "Negative. We cannot risk our location being given away so soon. In fact, one of you, bring it over here."
Of course, any attempts to access Exo's systems by the AI are fruitless, since he has no connection, though would easily be mistaken for a humanoid in a battlesuit - save for the method of speech.
"I'll be only too happy to oblige!" Jexx said. Jexx walked over behind Gerald, only morphing one handcannon into a hand at the last moment, and taking a firm grip on his shoulder. The other handcannon was pressed into Gerald's back, prepared to be used, but not actually powered up. Jexx figued he could afford a little 'leniency'.
"You heard the big bot. Start walking. And if you have any thoughts otherwise, take a good look at him. Is that the kind of robot you wanna argue with?" Jexx asked rhetorically.
"No, but then, in most of my arguments with AIs or androids, they're right on the nose." Gerald grinned, walking, "Hey! no need for the cannon thingy!"
"If I think there's a need for my cannons, then there's a need for my cannons." Jexx said, grinning back. With just a veeeery slight psychotic tinge to it. Jexx escorted Gerald all the way to the back of the van, where Exo was waiting.
"He's all yours, Exo." Jexx said, releasing Gerald.
((OOC: Stop bullet posting both of you, fgs.))
Exo reaches out one hand toward Gerald. "The laptop, if you'd be so kind."
In Town
Deciding that he'd do some recon on the Brotherhood facility in town, Victor walked towards the tower. Just short of reaching it he stoped in an ally and started to scan the place using the zoom and IR functions of his eyes.
"What are these so-called 'Laws of the Machine'?" asked Dorcan, following Gerald as he was led to Exo. "I take it they are something to do with the Brotherhood of the Machine?" he added nervously.
"They're a set of laws I created for robotic and electronic entitys." Gerald explained, giving his laptop to Exo, "And, no this has nothing to do with those coo-coos."
"The first law basicly state that a robot or AI cannot harm a human without authorization from creator, and must give said human a warning and ample responce time, unless told otherwise." Omega explained "The second law states that a robot or AI must stop any very hazardous activitys that would result in human casualtys, unless given an override."
"That's the jist of it, keeping it from going on a rampage due to a virus or something..." Gerald finished
"So it doesn't apply to furs, then," said Dorcan, his worst fears confirmed. "..or sentient robots..." he added, looking at Gid and Exo.
"Come to that, it doesn't apply to you, does it?"
"Well, it has a verrry broad description of a human, in fact, I should have said life form. I mean, that would be dumb on my account, being a furre myself. Omega! Define 'Human'" Gerald frowned, "I perfer 'anthro' myself... oh well..." he added, mumbling
"Human- A sentient creature."
"They very so much, I couldn't get a detailed definition if I needed one."
Exo steps fully out of the van, holding the laptop carefully in one hand as it opens it up and goes through the motions of starting it up. Gerald (or any of his AIs) might notice the bot has no obvious access ports, and also surely notice that the 'bot is using it's hands as any non-implanted being might.
"Query: Login?" it glances at Gerald.
Victor wouldn't get much from his scan, just all the usual stuff that comes with a Brotherhood tower. Although, he would get a very faint signature of an electromagnetic field. It was weak, very weak, such that his sensors were having a hard time locking onto it, but it was definitely emanating from the tower.
"Hey mister! Whatcha doin'?" A child's voice came from behind.
A male kitten, standing no higher than his waist was looking at him from the other side of the alley.
"Name is Scavenger, PW is 'I reject your reality and substitute my own'"
Having not heard or seen the kid Victor started. 'Where the bloody hells he come from' He though as he had not seen or heard the kitten aproch.
Recovering He turned and looked at the kid not knowing if he was under Brotherhood control or not.
"Just sightseeing kid. Why are you talking to me didn't you parents tell you its not safe to talk to strangers?"
"Good," said Dorcan, sounding somewhat relieved that the AIs should consider him protected too.
"I didn't really want to believe that someone would build something that could endanger themselves in that manner, but you never can tell..."
He shuddered, remembering Jakob's account of the 'Glorious Day' of 2067. The President had been shot for treason... the Vice-President was looking at a life sentence and the Presidential jet had assumed control of the country until an election could be organised.
Although the coup had ultimately turned out for the best, it had persuaded Jakob to build safety interlocks into all of his robots, with the possible exception of Azrael.
The kitten just giggled, in a bubbly manner.
"You're funny! Bye bye mister!" He said, and then ran off.
Creepy... to say the least.
"Now thats just wrong somehow." Victor muttered to himself.
Making sure that no one was watching this time he pulled his shotgun from his bag as well as a large cylinder. Screwing it to the barrel of the shotgun, Victor loaded two 'stickycam' shells into the tube mag and racked the slide.
Again checking the coast was clear and no on from the tower was watching he calmly and silently placed the two 'stickycam' shots over the wall and against the tower.
Quickly retuning the shotgun to his duffel bag, Vic tested the signal. Finding it accetable he opened a comlink and sent a signal back to Exo as a test. "How read Exo?"
Exo makes a humming sound as it punches in the login and password, pulling up information on incoming and outgoing connections as well as disabled or otherwise offlined connections. It also checks recent connections and runs a check for any hidden Brotherhood toys. Finding nothing suspicious, it nods and offers the laptop back to Gerald.
"Make it quick."
With the other hand, it reaches for it's radio and replies to Victor;
"Response: Status: Somewhat shaky. Estimation: Some kind of interference on your end."
"Thanks, just need to fix something..." Gerald said as the computer went to a blue "uploading" screen.
"Uggh, thank god we're out of that small head..." Said Mars on the laptop, being portrayed as a dragon.
"Quiet! You!" Omega scolded, also on the laptop. She was portrayed as a cat girl.
"Thank you, Omega. Try to find a wireless link here, do an anonymous hacking session."
"Will do! Searching for nearby links, randomizing IP address." Omega smiled on the screen, then dissapeared to work.
"What the heck are you doing?" squeaked Dorcan when he realised what Gerald was up to.
"Are you trying to bring the Brotherhood down on us, or are you simply attacking us yourself?"
He looked around wildly, unable to decide what to do. One one hand the feline had to be stopped, and fast... on the other, Jexx' idea of stopping him would probably involve making a large hole through his head, something Dorcan was desperate to avoid seeing.
He reached for the laptop himself, attempting to shut it down.
"Woah, man, calm down, that computer has no IP address, no GPS chip, nothing that makes it tracable." Gerald explained, "Still, I only hack for challenges, I can get into a system, but I don't have a clue what to do afterwards!" He smiled
"Unauthorized activity." Mars announced as Dorcan was trying to shut down the laptop, "Defending." Mars smiled as a power feedback struck the keyboard, sending a small amount of electricity into Dorcen.
"Agghh! Mars!"
"What? It was only on 'Stun'."
Jexx simply gave Gerald a very, very hard, intent stare. Jexx didn't raise them, but the whine of two fully-charged handcannons was very audible. And the red glow was so intense the very ground was lit up red.
"Oh shut up," snapped Dorcan as the laptop admonished him. His hands and fur were synthetic and non-conductive. Unaware that it had attempted to stun him, he continued to fiddle, trying to figure out how to shut down the unfamiliar operating system.
This is taking too long. Remove the batteries?
"You," he said to Gerald. "Shut it down now, or I'll destroy it."
"Results are back!" Omega chimed coming back on the monitor, "I... Oh, my, what I miss."
"Nothing other than my potental death..."
"Oh, that's good then!" She smiled, which quickly turned into a frown, "Uunfortunantly, nothing intresting popped up, nothing you haven't hack into yet..."
"Hmm... well onto practicing my coding!" Gerald shrugged, getting the laptop from Dorcan, "Strange that you didn't have a reaction..." he said to himself, "And Mars, classify these people as allies, they're rebellion." He smiled.
"Understood"
Jexx folded his arms, still giving a murderous glare. He did not release the charge from his handcannons. The deep glow from their barrels remained hell-red.
Exo, on the other hand, remains calm, slowly and menacingly drawing it's oversized pistol (though it's more the size of a submachinegun) and aiming it at the laptop.
"Ultimatum: Do as the nice man says, or Unit will be reducing your laptop to slag and a rapidly expanding cloud of shrapnel. It goes off, or we turn it off the hard, irreversible way."
"Ah, poo... Oh well, come on guys!." Gerald shrugged as the computer went to a "downloading..." screen, shortly followed by a "Shutting down" screen.
<There we go! Back where we belong.>
<You, not me...>
"Do you think they will have detected us?" Dorcan asked Exo worriedly. "It would probably be wise to scout for an alternate location in any case."
He turned to Gerald and placed a hand upon his shoulder. "Listen," he said, in a quiet voice. "You barged into our camp out of nowhere, claiming that the Brotherhood were chasing you. Not content with possibly leading them to us, you then broke into our equipment and tried to send a signal to the Brotherhood. I don't know what your game is, but everything is stacked against you so far.
"The last time I killed someone I realised that I hated seeing people die. But if you ever try anything like that again, the others are liable to execute you. And I will not try to stop them."
He turned away, the fact that he was a machine was the only thing preventing him from crying. Now I know how Johan Cross felt.
"Ok, I'm sorry... never ment any harm..." Gerald said, depressed, "Any way I could make it up to you all?"
Jexx got a very evil, phsychotic grin on his face. "You can start by finding us a place we can re-locate to in a hurry if you did bring the Brotherhood down on us."
Jexx walked over, keeping one handcannon charged, but morphing the other to a hand, and roughly grabbing Gerald by the arm. "And I'm going with you. Unless you have any...objections..." Jexx said, still smiling evily and waving his still-charged handcannon in Gerald's face. To make a point, and put it bluntly.
Gerald just stared into the cannon, "Hm... pretty. Sure, no objections here." He shrugged.
Well, that's good, Jexx though as he led Gerald toward the trees. As they passed by the nearest van, Jexx put Gerald up against it, jumped inside for just a moment, coming back out with map of the area, that was folded up and put in Jexx's pocket, a small black circular device, which was also slipped into a pocket, and a Rebellion laptop with a strap and a detachable wireless communicator. I still don't trust his two AIs... Jexx thought.
Pointing to the laptop, he said, "Both of your AIs in here, now."
[OOC: the small black device is a mingram, or a miniature hologram. It can remotely interface with the microcomms, and alter their settings, (as in, change the channel/frequency slightly to communicate with other specific microcomms, instead of all other active ones at once), as well as, of course, relay and recieve visual data. In this case it will be mainly GPS and guidence from the rest of the group.]
"Sure, you heard him." Gerald asid after a short pause.
<Wait, can I at least get a picture of the map?>
I'm assuming no, Omega.
<Awwww...> She said as the laptop suddenly turned on and went to an "uploading..." screen.
Jexx watched the laptop, until he was sure both AIs were secure in it. He then disconnected the wireless transponder, effectively trapping them there, (so they can't try to sneak back out), folded the laptop, and swung it over his back with the strap. It rubbed at his bare fur a bit, but he didn't mind.
Deactivating his microcomms, Jexx looked over his back to the group, "I'll call you guys when we've found a suitable sport. Or if something," Jexx glances at Gerald, "happens..."
Taking Gerald by the arm again, Jexx led them both into the woods, where they eventually disappeared from sight of the camp.
EDIT: OOC:
This should be my last post for a time, to give everyone else a chance to respond accordingly, talk over the events, bring Morgan and Victor up-to-speed, maybe even advance the plotlines slightly. Caff, you and I should pick up our walk through the woods 'searching for a new hiding place', at least tomorrow, maybe after that.
In TownQuote from: Arcalane on July 13, 2007, 02:16:59 PM
With the other hand, it reaches for it's radio and replies to Victor;
"Response: Status: Somewhat shaky. Estimation: Some kind of interference on your end."
"Copy that I'll set up a repeater, I've just set up some cams to watch the towers surrounds on the North and East, repositioning to do the same to the South and West. And this place is starting to creep me out.Spotting a nearby fire escape Victor used it to reach the building's roof. Pulling from his bag of tricks he pulled out a small directional receiver/transmitter and set it on the roof. Switching it on he set it to a narrow beam and aimed it in the camp's direction.
"Exo: Signal strength?"
Dizzy. That was how Baiye described it in her mind. The rush of activity and the hubbub had nearly given her a migraine, trying to understand it all. The new kid nearly hacked himself dead, AI's popping in and out. It almost went over her head.
Almost.
She steadied herself, watching the curious look on Gid's muzzle as he watched the two AI's control the laptop. He was nearly smiling... and not necessarily in a good way. Let him do what he felt like... she had more important things than teasing A.I.
"You know... I would have just gone the easy way and knocked him out. You can always ask questions later... Assuming he doesn't fall into a coma." Gidget smirked and cast a glance to Jexx - his eyes a bit on the sinister side. Still with that evil smile - he turned back to the computer, staring at the computer avatars for the two AI. That could be fun... He always wanted to... er... play with other AI.
Baiye yanked on Gidget's ear gently, with an annoyed scowl on her face. It wasn't enough to hurt (of course overlooking the fact that the cainoid couldn't be physically hurt - only his emotions.), just enough to get attention. She shot a warning glance to him - though he'd probably overlook it anyways, and turned back to face the rest of the group.
"So. What do I need to do? Wipe that computer down? My fingers are getting itchy already, to tell the truth."
"No," said Dorcan. "Don't erase it. If the cat is an ally - which I'd like to believe despite his actions - we could be destroying a valuable asset." He stared into the distance, pondering.
"Lock him out of it," he decided. "Change the password or whatever, so that he can only get access to it under our supervision."
Mister continued stirring what would eventually be the dessert that Joywaves had requested. "Is it entirely wise to leave those two alone? No dishonor upon our dear comrade Jexx, but he does not seem like the best choice to quietly guard someone."
"Won't the AIs be able to beam back to G over here and tell him the pass word? i say remove the battery and keep it under lock down." Josh was always listening and learning. it wasn't new to him...that's how he learned to read write and solve algebraeic equations. "I still don't feel comfortable letting him have his "gun" with the cloak he has on we still don't know what it could do!"
Baiye smiled.
"There are more than just passwords to keep something supervised."
She flicked open her vest pocket, and pulled out a thumb-sized drive with a flourish. It was just black and simple, with Baiye's name etched on the back of the plastic.
"It's basically a literal key. Not a password to hack. You gotta love gadgets." She grinned as she swiftly inserted the drive and set up her protection system. Actually, should the kitty-boy turn out positive, it would be a very nice security back-up feature. Take the key away, and the brotherhood (or anyone else for that matter) couldn't even hack it - much less get to the content.
Baiye worked happily - getting the ticklish feeling out of her fingertips that happened when she was bored. Ahh. So nice.
"Okay Mr Mister Where is that Dessert? I need a sugar Boost right now." says a very tried Doc. "Can we get a comfirmation on any one coming to surround the camp. I am too tried to pack up now." The otter sits down by the cook area and fire. "It maybe bad to have a open fire this close to the city with night coming, do you think?"
PBH
Exo shakes it's head. "Unit specifically chose this clearing due to forest coverage. Extinguishing the fire would be advisable as a precautionary tactic, as setting the entire forest on fire would be most detrimental to the Rebellion's image."
It wanders back over to the van and adjusts the reciever.
"Victor: Status: Still somewhat shakey. Theory: Light foliage coverage may be interfering."
Josh walks over to the van that Exo is in. "Tell me more about the brother hood please. All I've ever known about them is that they are arfaid of us magic users and that they want to 'kill us'." Josh was hopeing Exo could offer more information than what he could pull off the net.
"I would also like to know more about them," said Dorcan hopefully.
"What time is it, by the way?" he added, his watch - and internal clock - still being set for Arctic time on Furrae.
Exo hums. "Unit's internal clock suggests 7:34pm."
It pauses some more and climbs back out of the van.
"Information on Brotherhood: Limited. Most of Data: Theories. However, Unit will endeavour to explain the Brotherhood."
It pauses as it accesses it's memory.
"Accessing logs... data... playback."
"The Brotherhood has been around for a while. As you may or may not know by now they're a religious cult. They weren't originally - merely another idealistic group promoting the benefits of technology and the wonders it could bestow upon us. In more recent years, when their subtle preaching tactics lost sway over the masses, they resorted to more forceful methods. Now, they supposedly worship a 'Machine God', or something of that manner, known only to outsiders as 'Mother'. Each member is unwavering in their faith - likely brainwashed or controlled into service - and most commit suicide when captured, so interrogation is a field we have learned little from."
It pauses to let everyone take that in. So much easier to recite long speeches when you don't need to pause for breath.
"In addition they constructed large black spires near each city, and even most towns. Northon here may be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to a larger subversion program - a testing ground for controlling a populace if you will. As for magic... not all magic users are killed - in fact, no deaths have been reported. All users were knocked out through various means and taken away by the Brotherhood to unknown locations. 'Mother' has dictated that magic is evil, or somesuch to that effect. This is likely a misinterpretation of the Cataclysm which threw the land into a dark age, following two factions arguing over the proper use of magic. Perhaps the Brotherhood wish to prevent such a catastrophy from happening again. More likely they wish to study it and pervert it for their own methods. I, myself, was a prototype designed to hunt down and incapacitate mages. My predecessors - an earlier series - failed, as the Brotherhood underestimated those mages they sent the prototypes after, though some were intercepted by Rebellion agents."
It pauses again.
"As you can imagine, magic is a powerful tool. It is also a deadly one in the wrong hands. Combine the latest warmachines with magic, and you would have a nigh-unstoppable army. I would be a poor match for a magically enhanced version of myself, for example. One tank would be capable of destroying an entire armoured division by itself with sufficient magicks, though it would no doubt be a massive expenditure to craft such a vehicle and empower it with the necessary wards and enhancements."
It glances about at the group.
"Anything else you'd like to know?"
"The agent who rescued me believed that the Brotherhood were likely to kill me after questioning," said Dorcan. "Could he have been mistaken? Or did he mean that they would... dispose of me... when they found I was not a mage?"
"I'm just at a loss for words right now. How are we supposed to stop something like that? Religion is a messy muck of rights wrongs and fanatics...If past wars are any indicateor we won't win. It will just be a continual struggle for power." Josh was wrong he had all the words.... He just didn't know how to put them.
Morgan had finished his business at the police station and had walked to the hotel he had previously identified. After securing his room and making the appearance of use within it, he headed over to a local restaurant.
Along the way he spent a fair amount of time waving back to the various townsfolk that greeted him as he walked. He even managed to help an old lady across the street as it seemed that it was an expected thing to do. The experience was entirely creepy. The world was a place largely ruled by self gratifying, ignoble, selfish people, but it was natural. This place, though having the facade of pleasantness and altruism, was so unnatural it could not be tolerated.
As he was seated in the restaurant, he ordered something basic, but did not eat or drink any of it. He merely gave the impression that he had come to eat and was working still while at dinner. He did note that no alcohol appeared on the menu at all, something that he did not particularly care about, but it was worth taking note of.
Exo, I hoped you and the rest of the base received the data from my analysis. The chips are responsible for this unusual behavior and the controlling signals are coming from the Brotherhood tower. I am not sure that these chips do not have an "active" state that can be tracked by the Brotherhood systems, but luckily we are safe from influence as long as those of us that are flesh and blood types are not implanted with chips. I am not in any danger if I am implanted, but I would rather not have that happen.
My primary concern here is how to stop this, without letting the Brotherhood know it was a Rebellion strike, and to make it appear as a failure so that they do not try this again.
"Do we want them to think it's just a random failure?" asked Dorcan. "Would it not be better to publicise this? 'Hey, everyone! The Brotherhood are lobotomising people! Join the Rebellion and help stop it!' I would think that making it known would be a better way to force them to rethink their tactics."
"Mind you, we don't know how long the effects are liable to linger once the signal to the chip has been stopped," he mused. "Indeed, there must be some kind of inertia, or they would instantly lose control each time someone went underground or into a Faraday cage. People would at least remember 'feeling funny' whenever that happens..."
What you speak of is a two edged sword. It is unlikely we will be able to expose them so publicly that it will hit the news, this is too remote to be able to attract the press. Additionally, the Brotherhood can exercise better media control and any stories about this will be regulated to the tabloids next to the alien visitations. If thwarted here directly, they will invariably try again, becoming more insidious, careful and calculating. If we can make it fail as a fundamental breakdown of the technology or seemingly a triumph of the sentient's spirit, they may be loathe to dump funding into improving a failed design or an alternative measure. We need to find a way to stop this line of research, instead of forcing it to evolve to the point that we may not be able to counter it.
A direct link to Rebellion interference could have the result of causing the Brotherhood to step-up their attempts to destroy it endangering countless operations and operatives. I would suggest thinking carefully before we commit to any course of action.
Baiye blinked as she considered it all.
"It's not really my place to say whether we want to make it known or not... But as for how to override the chips? Well, the things that come to mind are introducing a virus to the broadcast tower, or perhaps maybe we can figure out the frequency and cast our own broadcast - though that would take a lot more effort, in my opinion."
"A lot more effort and a lot more chances for us to get discovered. I'd rather not go with the second option."
"Do we yet know the nature of the broadcast from the tower?" the doberman asked.
"If it is actually neural data, introducing a virus, or indeed corrupting the signal in any way would be likely fatal. If it is some kind of program code for the chip's own consumption, we might indeed be able to do that, but it would still be risky to those who have the chip. If it's pure data, we would need access to the program itself to be able to develop any kind of code injection attack. Assuming your information technology even works in that manner."
He looked around, unhappy with what he was about to say.
"In any case, we would need to capture someone with the chip to act as an experimental subject."
Yea what he said, We could try jamming the frequency but we don't know what frequency to jam or what that would do to the public? I mean just cutting the received signal could activitive a self-destruct program in the chip." stated the doctor. "I hate to do this but Yes we have kidnap a member of the townpeople and put them in a shielded room or something, cut off the unknown frequencies. I will be onsite and try to save them if the worst happens"
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Mister finished up the requested desserts (he'd had to get creative with what little there was amongst the rations, so the results were essentially bowls of fruit with a thrown together sweetened cream/sauce over them) and set them down nearby for anyone who wanted any. He understood little of what was going on, with all these frequencies and chips and such. However, the mention of religion caught his attention.
"Those who rely on manipulation of religion to maintain order typically do so via strict fundimentalism. I wonder how much of a blow to their morale we would cause if we could obtain a copy of their scriptures to use against them."
"Ah thank you Mister, fruit is my favrite food group you know..." Josh said. He felt more comfortable around the golem because he felt a sort of kinship with him through the ether.
Josh was listening to everything. and decided to put his two cents in. "even if we manage to make it look like something we have to think..... would the brotherhood take someone apart to figure out what went wrong? what ends would they go to to find out why an otherwishe successful looking plan suddenly failed as a group of suspicious looking kids rolls in talking about narcotics? frankly i find the brotherhood to be less classy than an ice giant but that's just me."
In Town
"Copy Exo, sending vidieo for North and East....Now. Moving to plant South and West."
As he began to climb down the fire escape to the alley, Victor spotted a small park from which to set up for the next two shots.
The smell of the fruit cobbler by Mister, the doctor perks up and "Hey Hey Josh No hog the cobbler" and then quickly spoons herself a large portion for herself (some going directly into her mouth bypassing her bowl). There is still plenty, but the Doctor's bowl looks like her took enough for three helpings
Even after fruit dessert, the Doc was looking worn out, and even a little thinner. After a little more rest, she was able to start helping to put the dishes and kitchen kit away in the vans.
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"I'm not hungry, thanks," said Dorcan, and returned to pondering over the implants.
"If we are going to shoot for making it look like a hardware failure, localised electromagnetic pulses are probably the best plan. Of course, as I believe the doctor said, we'll need to establish that blowing the chip won't kill the victim.
I don't like to suggest this, as it could easily result in an innocent's death, but if Morgan or Victor have an EMP generator, we might be able to try that experiment in the field. It would be less risky than bringing someone here, just in case the chips can be tracked," he added glumly.
Somewhere in the Brotherhood tower...
A zealot sits in front of several consoles, staring intently at them. One of them flashes something for a moment, a log is created, and then all is normal again. The zealot taps away at the keyboard.
"Sir." The zealot announced.
A very important looking Brotherhood figure approached the zealot.
"What is it." He asked in a monotone voice.
"Something pinged the firewall. Doesn't look directed. Probably just a scan for open ports." The zealot replied.
"Interesting. I wonder who would be foolish enough to..." The important guy started.
Another console flashed. The zealot tapped away on the keyboard.
"Sir, there appear to be external cameras attached to the tower." He said.
"Where did they come from?" The important guy asked.
The zealot was still typing furiously away at the keyboard.
"Unknown sir. There's no one in the tower vicinity, and it's not our hardware." The zealot replied.
"Destroy them. Find the source. Someone's probably lobbing them from the town." The important guy said.
"Yes sir. Should I notify central?" The zealot asked.
"No. We can handle this ourselves." The important guy said.
"And the hack attempt sir?" The zealot asked.
"Unimportant next to the direct threat of the cameras. But notify me immediately if another hack is attempted." The important guy said, and then turned and walked away.
Back outside...
The feed from the cameras suddenly turns to static as the tower itself lets out an electric charge, frying the cameras from the inside out. The doors to the Tower open, and two zealots and an enforcer stepped out, armed with repeating plasma rifles. They marched into town.
In town
"Oh Smeg" Vic said as the two cams blanked to static in the corner of his vision.
"Exo: bad news. Looks like they detected the cams...Vic spotted the foot patrol. And looks like they are out looking. Looks like a couple of Zealots and an Enforcer. Plasma rifles. I'm holding here and observing unless you want me to pull out.
Morgan frowned as he switched to encrypted protocols, Victor, I recommend falling back to this location and laying low. If anyone saw you, they might ID you, so you may wish to lay low for awhile.
Morgan transmitted a map* along the encrypted channel, it indicated a position opposite of the Brotherhood tower entrance where the group was expected to be.
I recommend circling around this way and reinforcing my position at this location in case there is trouble. I'm planning on working diplomacy if they run into me, because a fire fight will completely nix my cover here.
*Map obtained from the equivalent of Google Earth, etc.
Jexx led Gerald through the forest for a little while, always having one hand on Gerald, the other with a charged-up handcannon, and Gerald's two AIs trapped in the laptop slung over Jexx's back. Jexx finally broke the silence.
"Well," Jexx said, "You haven't been giving me any trouble. But remember: you have three strikes here. And two are already down. Your mistakes, as Dorcan put it, were first, possibly leading the Brotherhood to us through the woods, and the second was hacking them, and giving them an opportunity to trace and find us. I've been lenient. I usually give people only one strike, and if you knew my life, you'd understand why. You're on your final strike. But I swear to you, if you make one more wrong move, I will not hesitate to fry you where you stand. You little pets will follow. Understand?" Jexx said, glaring his red-pupiled, irisless eyes over his blacked-out glasses and into Gerald's eyes. There was no bluffing or mercy in Jexx's eyes.
"Yeah, I understand." Gerald said, apparently somewhat preoccupied scanning the nearby landscape, he paused for a moment and turned to Jexx, "What I don't understand is why you don't trust my AIs, they won't do anything that I wouldn't, they probably wouldn't do some things I would do either..."
Jexx's eyes glinted. "You said one of them was a tactical analyzer, the other a combat AI. And both of them are able to take you over whenever they want. The combat one, in particular, is the one I don't trust. You said he could actually push your physical body to it's very limits, further than what you could normally accomplish. While they may or may not actually decide to pull anything, I've learned the hard way to never. Ever. Take any chances." Jexx explained.
"Hmm... Smart. Anyways, I'm sorry for messing up like I did, I hope I can help you guys, I've always envied the Rebellion..." He said, smiling
"Envied the Rebellion? I don't know if I share you sentiments there...Also, while words of 'sorry' cut no ice with me, actions might. Since you have been behaving for awhile, I suppose we can actually start on what we came here to do."
Jexx released Gerald's arm, and took the map and minigram out of his pocket. Unfolding the map and flattening it out, Jexx also quickly checked the minigram for their current location, then shut it off. Lokking over the map, Jexx asked Gerald,
"Suppose the Brotherhood tracked you through the woods, or traced your little 'stunt' and are now heading for our current campsite. Given the situation, can you see any other areas where we can pack up and move to, if we have to?"
"Not yet, though if everything was portable, I'd have millions of possible places." he said as his eye slowly scanned the forest, looking for a possible spot.
Jexx raised an eyebrow at Gerald. "Everything we have is portable." Looking back over the map, Jexx picked a spot that looked similar to the clearing that the team was currently camped in, just to the east of the town.
Pointing to the spot on the map, Jexx said, "We'll scope this place out. If it's good enough, I'll contact Exo and check with him. If he think's it's good, we'll be heading back."
Then, in what seemed like an act of supreme trust, something Jexx never seemed capable of, he handed the map and the mingram with the GPS activated to Gerald.
"Meet me there." Jexx said.
Then Jexx jumped up, grabbed a low-hanging branch of a tree, swung himself up, and climbed, jumped, and swung off. In moments, Gerald couldn't see, hear, or detect him. It seemed that Jexx had just ran off on him.
"Well, let's see where this'll take me." Gerald said, unfolding the map. His eye darted back and forth to various points on the map.
Hmm... better save the image, he thought, telling the now near useless eye to save the file in his internal hard drive
"Well, I better get going." Gerald sighed, folding the map up and walking off.
Jexx alighted on a sturdy branch, and reached up with a hand to grab another to keep himself steady. Looking through the leaves, completely silent and undetectable, Jexx watched Gerald. yes, Jexx never actually left. He watched Gerald look over the map, then folded it up and started walking. Jexx remained in place for a moment, then slinked off in pursuit.
Jexx was testing Gerald. If he was truly honest, and wanted to help, he would make it to the spot that Jexx pointed out (or at least somewhere near), and Jexx's trust in him would increase a little.
But if Gerald was lying, and tried to go anywhere else, that would be reason enough to Jexx to blast him where he walked.
Jexx smiled to himself as he stalked Gerald. I just love a win-win situation. Jexx thought to himself.
In town near the tower
"Copy that Morgan, wilco out."
Victor slowly backs away from the tower trying to look inconspicuous and head back deeper into the town. Using the map Morgan had pulled up he made his way to the indicated restaurant, where he waited outside.
"Be careful Vic those guys could spot an "Undesireable" from a mile away. They probably have ampel ability to sopt a suspicious person like you, and if youre caught tha shot gun will NOT bode well." Josh was getting worried. He didn't want Victor to go to the same place his friends went. That was a thought he wasn't about to come to terms with any time soon.
Morgan made a cautionary analysis of the food and drink that he had ordered, carefully like that of a wine tester, to allow his systems to take a small sample.
He left payment for the dinner with a standard tip and made motion to leave the restaurant. He nodded to the person at the front and exited through the front doors. With the briefest hint of a nod to Victor, he crossed the street (legally), and made way to his hotel.
The food sample came up completely clean, which would rule out any food or drink based delivery systems.
The Brotherhood squad were moving away from the restaraunt for the moment. They hadn't yet stopped anyone.
"Well, I think this is it." Gordan said to himself as he came across a small clearing. He opened up the scanned version of the map and studied his surroundings, "Well, this isn't really detailed enough to tell, is it now..." He frowned, "Ya know, I didn't think I'd be first... might as well wait..." He said finding a nearby log and sitting on it.
Jexx stalked Gerald all the way to the designated site. Well, Jexx thought, Wha'dya know? He actually made it. I guess that means he's at least halfway trustworthy. Jexx continued to watch Gerald, until he sat down on a log.
A smile spread on Jexx's face. It was one of the widest he'd ever made. It didn't have any evilness or phsychoticness too it. Instead, it was a smile like a pyromaniac who just found the motherload of fireworks, or a troublemaker who just found the ultimate prank.
Jexx silently climbed around the braches until he was positioned right above Gerald, then shifted a little to the right.
Then Jexx dropped down. He landed right next to Gerald on the same log, in perfect sitting position, while at the same time shouting,
"BOO!!!"
"HOLY!" Gerald said, jumping up, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Jexx's head all in one fluid movement. "Oh, that's right, no battery..." he sighed and put away his gun, "Still, good thing it was just you... Now, two questions, one: Is this the clearing you were talking about? and two: May I please have my AIs back in me, or at least Omega?" He asked in an annoyed, yet still somewhat polite manner
Jexx would have answered Gerald's questions, But Jexx was too busy literally rolling around in the grass laughing so hard he felt like he was gonna blow chunks.
After a solid minute of this, Jexx finally calmed down enough to shakily stand up. He had laughed so hard his cheeks hurt like hell, and a pale red blush was even just barely showing through his solid-black fur, save for his markings.
Jexx caught his breath to say, "Yes, this is the clearing I was talking about. You see, I was testing you. And you passed, since you got here by yourself. If you had gone somewhere else, though, you would have failed. And I would have killed you. But we needn't worry about that, you got here. As for your AIs..."
Jexx unslung the laptop off his back. "I'll let you talk to both of them. Fair?" Keeping the wireless transponder in his pocket, Jexx opened the laptop instead, showing the screen to Gerald.
"Yeah, perfect, but, umm... What am I looking at? I don't have a port, so I'm gonna need something to help me." He said bringing up Omega's script. "I knew I forgot something..." he said to himself typing franticly on the laptop.
Thinking the better of it, but shrugging anyways, Morgan turned around and moved to the side of the street opposite and away from the direction the Brotherhood was moving.
Morgan signaled to Victor quickly, hoping the mercenary understood special forces military hand signs... he gestured for one to Victor to follow around wide, keep our eyes open, shadow, do not engage and do not be seen... avoid.
Morgan took the direct route and shadowed them, but remained careful not to be seen.
"Huh? I thought they could just show themselves, since they are the laptop now..." Jexx said, while Gerald was typing. Suddenly the screen snapped on, showing a very disgruntled-looking red dragon, and a very disgruntled-looking blue cat.
"Aha! There they are! Say 'hi' to your master, constructs!" Jexx said cheerfully. The two 'constructs' just glared at Jexx.
"Do you require any help, Exo?" asked Dorcan. "If we assume that the Brotherhood detected Gerald's signal, they are liable to send some kind of task force to investigate, at the very least, so we are going to have to start packing this lot up again with all due haste, especially if we plan to do so before nightfall."
He looked around, trying to get a sense of how much daylight they had left. Subjectively it would be even less owing to the canopy of leaves above them.
The doctor is feeling a little better after some rest, and goes on to pack the medical kits and the her scanners and testing equipment.
"Please, Mr Mister finish packing up the food and kitchen gear, We maybe less noticeable in town, and the food seems to check out safe." says the Doctor
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Josh was feeling proactive. He started loading up most of the more suspicious looking equipment: guns, communicateors, computers. he hoped if the brotherhood stumbled apon them he could pass things off as a camp site/hikeing. He turned his attention to Exo. "You may want to disengage that command post. maybe we can pass this off as a camp out if we get caught."
Omega continued to stare at Jexx , but eventually looked away, turning her back on the screen, Mars just released a puff of smoke with a tiny flame coming from it. "If he wasn't your friend, I'd..."
"Mars, calm down. Listen, I need to get an encrypted data package delivered to the surveillance vans giving this location... I need it to be delivered quickly and safely."
"Got it, I could use a 'Delivery Man' AI to get it there, he'll self-destruct if it's not delivered to the right place within five minutes."
"Use encryption code 'Shadow', destination: my laptop, alarm on delivery, priority: Urgent, self-decryption on comfirmation: on." Gerald turned to Jexx, "This ok?"
Baiye looked up from her small portion of desert - frankly, she was rather full - and started to help pack up with the others. It seemed insane how so much STUFF had gotten everywhere in just the few hours that they had been there.
The silver-haired girl paused for a moment - as if she was scenting the air like a bloodhound. She shook her head, and thought nothing of it. She fingered the "key" to Gerald's computer in her pocket, and got back to work, rolling up the wires that had lead out of the vans.
"Baiye? I wanna go home."
"Not now, Gid. You know that."
"Um, you want to use them to send the location of this new site? Gimme back my map and mingram, dammit." Jexx said, setting the laptop down on the log, and plucking the minigram and map from Gerald's pocket. Activating the minigram, Jexx showed the map to it, which then prduced a small 2-D holographic image of the map. A few button presses later, and a single flashing red dot appeared on Jexx and Gerald's current location. Finally, Jexx reactivated his microcommunicators.
"Jexx calling Exo. Exo, come in. Gerald and I have found a suitable replacement site. I am sending you a map with our current location labled to the main command console via minigram. Our current location is the new site. Do you want us to return to Mobile Ops Alpha?"
Nodding to Morgan that he understood, Victor cut into a alley nearby, using intersections to keep a tail on the patrol.
The patrol turned a few corners and then stopped for a moment.
"See anything?" One zealot asked.
"Nothing." The other replied.
The enforcer remained silent.
"Maybe we should check with the police. Maybe they saw something." The first zealot asked.
The enforcer started walking, and the zealots followed. They turned another corner and were heading directly to the police station.
"Morgan going by the map they seem to be headed to the local cops"Victor said over his radio implants as he kept watch on the patrol.
Roger that Victor. Likely they will find out about my 'cover' self. I may have to confront them and bluff my way past this. I'm going to stay near the police staion when they enter and listen to what goes on in there. If it looks like they will be seeking me out, I'll 'run into them' conveniently as they exit. Keep near to cover me in case this turns ugly.
Morgan followed them and hovered a safe distance away, using his enhanced and directed hearing to catch conversation from inside the station. His nanites stood ready to capture coversation with the police chief and monitor the implant for any level of activity.
Exo strides back over to the command van and fiddles.
"Morgan: Data: Secure. You also overestimate the Brotherhood's long-term planning capacity. Whilst the machine behind the scenes runs smoothly, their command structure leaves something to be desired. Data is sparse, but it seems only recent that the cells have formed into a larger organization. With all of them under the mindless sway of Mother, they have little... creative flexibility to work with. They are but drones - whatever force leads them is not of them and guides them, all of them following the prophet or such blindly."
It mutters as the camera feeds go out.
"Status Request: Diagnostic unshielded electronics. Both cameras dropped out at the exact same time - down to the millisecond. Only an electromagnetic pulse would have that kind of timing precision."
It then pops it's head out of the van just as it recieves the map on the command console.
"Chances of Brotherhood inspect out this far are limited, and any force that could be mustered to this location at short notice would be sorely outgunned, and have little chance of approaching unnoticed given the Brotherhood's notable lack of stealth. Calculated chance of physical security breach is well within safe limits. Return to main site but stay alert. Suggestion: Deployment of cameras along any major forest pathways as precautionary advance warning, however."
Jexx listened to Exo's voice eminate from his microcomm, and watched Exo's face on the minigram. "Return to camp. Got it." Then Exo said to deploy cameras.
"Um, that might be a problem. I don't have any, I just got the map, this minigram, the laptop with the two AIs, and, of course, my handcannons. Oh well. Nothing can be done about that." Jexx shut off the minigram and placed it in his pocket. The map he handed back to Gerald. Jexx then walked over to the log with the laptop, closed it, and slung it back over his back.
Winking and Gerald, Jexx said, "You know the drill." With that, Jexx jumped up and disappeared into the trees again.
"This might be a silly question," asked Dorcan, "but for the purposes of keeping a watch, how many of us need to sleep?"
He was a bit alarmed by Exo's suggestion that they stay put in the face of an impending attack. Leaving in a hurry would probably mean abandoning half the camp, but on the other hand, they should still be able to escape with their lives.
The zealots followed the enforcer into the police station building and approached the front desk. Without hesitation the desk officer buzzed them through, and they made their way to the chief's office. An officer was there making a report, but quickly vacated the office once he spotted the enforcer. The chief stood and saluted the enforcer and zealots.
"Good evening sirs. How can I help you?" The chief asked.
"There might be a chance that some bad people are in town. Have you noticed anything suspicious lately?" One of the zealots asked.
"There was a fellow who came around here, claiming to be from the feds. Said his name was Jerome Allard. Says he was looking for people smuggling drugs through town." He said.
The zealots looked at each other and then back to the chief.
"Did he say where he was from?" One zealot asked.
"No, but he did say he was staying in the Comfortable Inn." The chief said.
The chief produced the card that 'Jerome' had given him and handed it over to the enforcer.
"He gave me that. It looks legit." The chief said.
The enforcer looked over the card and nodded to the chief. He made a hand-signal to the zealots and they exited the building. They walked off down the street and headed to the hotel where this stranger was apparantly taking up residence.
[Note, any leftover nanites on the card would not be able to penetrate the enforcer, but he wouldn't notice them.]
Morgan signalled to Vic to circle back before the Brotherhood exited the police station. Morgan circled back to the Comfortable Inn.
Change of venue, relocate to the inn and secure a support position here Victor. Base, I'm going to have a conversation with the Brotherhood now. I'm hoping for a lack of hostilities, but if this does become dangerous, Vic and I will head to point L as in Lima and circle back to base after your teams have swept the area for Brotherhood sniffers. Vic and I can lose any tails and we will take whatever steps necessary to eliminate any tracing that may occur.
Working on careful timing, Morgan intercepted the Brotherhood as they were entering the building, a considerably vulnerable spot as the doorway restricted retreat and was a restriction against weapons fire. Using subtle psychic influence, i.e. projecting oppressive surface thoughts from himself, he attempted to utilize a small, low-level intimidation effect aimed strictly at preventing the Brotherhood from pushing fully into the lobby, keeping only the enforcer inside and the two zealots outside.
Note: this is an attempt, it doesn't really cause an issue either way... except that it is fun :)
"Never used one of those things... sorry." Gerald said to himself starting his walk back, this time a little faster than before, the path he took fresh in his mind. A few seconds later, he stopped, Hmm... better take another way back, just in case. He opened up the picture of the map, chose a new route, and continued on.
"I don't require sleep, but if I am to be on my feet all night I'll need to replenish my boiler with water during that time," Mister replied to Dorcan, "If I could be afforded a firearm and a hip flask I would be happy to take watch duty."
'Jerome' smiled at the Enforcer and extended his hand, "Top of the evening to ya lads, I'm Jerome Allard, Narcotics division. I've been sent here to follow up on some leads that suggest some drug smugglers are hiding here in between runs. They also may be looking to expand into this area and are checking things out, this means they would likely have arrived fairly recently or moving in soon. Have you noticed anything unusual fairly recently?
"I could help on gaurd duty." Josh proposed determined to actually make a diffrence for the better in this mission. "Though I......nah nevermind..."
Jexx, like last time, stalked Gerald as he walked through the forest. But Jexx was confused when Gerald pulled out the map, and walked a different direction. Jexx's eyebrows furrowed. Oh, he better not be heading someplace other than the camp. I was just starting to put some trust into that guy.
"My race does not need to sleep," said Dorcan, "so I can help guard the base myself. I'll need a companion though," he admitted. "'Cubi have short attention spans, possibly because we don't usually sleep. It might be best if there were someone to ensure I keep focused."
"Can you play cards? If so it could be a very entertaining night. I usually play for keeps."Josh smiled an evil smile.
"No, but I can always learn," replied the doberman. "On the other hand, that's just the sort of distraction I'd like to avoid if I'm actually going to, like, guard the place..."
"Just what i wanted to hear."Josh replied "Hmmm looks to be getting on tward dusk....oooh that breeze felt good.. pack up any electronics....feels like rain."
The rifles were brought to bear, even the enforcer had unslung his rifle and was aiming right at the forehead of 'Jerome'.
"Don't move." One of the zealots said.
The other zealot moved around and made a move to start searching 'Jerome'.
"You don't belong here." The other zealot said. "We don't buy your story. If there were any drug smugglers around here, we'd know it. And if the feds were sending someone here, they'd have notified us ahead of time. We are in command here. Now tell me, who are you, where do you come from, who sent you, and what are you really up to?"
Now there were two rifles pointed at his head while the third zealot started patting him down.
Josh was listining. he wispered just loud enough so that his voice didnt carry further than 'Jerome's' ear. "hay man, play possom act like youre sick long enough to throw them off then when they bend over to check you. run." Josh's voice was calm in an attempt to keep 'jerome' calm as well.
"What are you saying?" burst out Dorcan, overreacting slightly like a good little incubus. "Did you not hear the guns? Are you trying to get his head blown off?"
It only occurred to him afterwards that Josh might not even know about guns, let alone recognise the sound of a safety being flicked off.
'Jerome', still smiling continued to speak undaunted, "As I said, "enforcer", I am here following up on leads of drug smuggling. I was not aware that I was required to 'clear' my operation through the Brotherhood, we have no such procedure in the department... but, granted this was a spot of the moment thing, as my informant 'Chaz' on the southside came through with some breaking information and I did only drop an email to the chief and a quick passing in the halls to wish him well on his vacation... regardless, I am on official business and this is who I am working for..."
'Jerome' shows them the ID, even allows them to scan it (as the verification goes straight to a 'legal' page).
He observes the Brotherhood for a few moments, "let's go ahead and call my boss, I'm sure the chief won't mind being disturbed on his vacation... not at all, even if he is, I'm sure your boss will cover for you when the chief blows his top... he really needed this vacation to blow off some stress..."
Despite their actions, he was unassuming and pleasant.
*Note: He will not allow them to take the ID or anything from his person, of which there isn't much of anything.
Gerald took an abnormally long path to the camp, he kept having the feeling someone was following him, Could just be that Jexx guy, but I could be wrong... for about 15 minutes he was taking a seemingly random route, every once in a while he even doubled back. Finally convinced it would only be Jexx, he headed back to the camp.
By the time he got back he heard guns being readied. Gerald instantly assumed the worst and took out his gun, forgetting there was no ammunition in it, again, he slowly entered the clearing, careful not to step on twigs or wildlife that might give away his position, when he noticed it was through their communicators, he smiled and let out a sigh of relief as he put away the gun, Thank god.
Jexx followed Gerald from the treetops, observing as Gerald constantly going in seemingly erratic directions while even occasionally doubling back. Either he's a highly alert person, Jexx thought, Or I'm just losing my touch. It better not be the latter. But, eventually, Gerald did make it to the encampment, somewhat restoring what little trust Jexx was starting to give to Gerald. Jexx also noted that Gerald, again, drew his gun, forgetting that Dorcan still had the power pack. Still a bit on the absent-minded side, though. Jexx thought with a touch of amusement.
Jexx dropped down nearby and headed back to Mobile Ops to check the recent going-ons. Climing into the van, and taking assesment of the recent footage and communications, Jexx's face fell.
"Oh, this is not good. Not good at all." Jexx said. "Morgan's about to get into a fray with the Brotherhood...and I'm not there?!? Unbelievable!"
The zealot looked at the ID and handed it over to the enforcer. The zealot patting him down straightened up and took a step back.
"He looks clean." He said.
The three exchanged glances, and then looked squarely at 'Jerome'. The enforcer handed him back his ID.
"We will be keeping an eye on you. The people in this town are our eyes and ears. We protect them after all, and keep this place clean of the magic scum. If you do anything funny, we'll come down on you like a ton of bricks." The zealot said.
The enforcer walked out, and the other two followed. They turned a corner and headed off, continuing their search for whoever put those cameras on the tower.
"Hu... Ok, now I'm even more curious, why is one of your guys over with the Brotherhood? I'm assuming this 'Morgan' person is one of you..." Gerald asked as he approached the van, "I'm guessing he's at that city... never been there myself, but close to it." He started to stray from the subject, "Still, I've heard weird things about that place..."
Unphased by the attempt at intimidation, Morgan gave the Brotherhood types one of those annoyingly creepy smiles as they left, "Have a wonderfully happy and cheerful day! If you'd like, I can help you search for whatever it is you are looking for."
*Note: no nanites are on the business card (from the chief, they all are in him) or anything the Brotherhood has touched or examined.
"We're not the scum....that gear head better not come face to face with me or bya all thats holy I"LL...!" Josh took a second to check his anger. "whoo.....This can't be good for my heart." He said passively.
Calm down Josh.... They can't hear you, and if they did we all would on the chopping block" says the Doc from the back of the van. "Uncontrolled anger aids the enemy and can get you killed"
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" I'm chill I'm chill. Just riddle me this.... How do we plan on winning? Obviously a small splinter cell can't just bomb the tower and untrance the town folk without being viewd as terrorists... We have to war with them as much with politics as we need to with things that go boom." Josh looked hopeless.
"I'd beg to differ on that," Jexx said. "Most people already know the Brotherhood are nothing but assholes, but join them out of fear anyway, and are never heard from again. If we go 'boom' on the Brotherhood, and make sure it is properly publicized, it will show people that the Brotherhood isn't quite as invulnerable and strong as their propaganda makes them out to be. The Rebellion might even get an influx of new recruits.
"Plus, you missed this, but back at the warehouse, before you arrived, Jackson confirmed that the Brotherhood already has a stranglehold on the governments. Politcs, at least for now, is a definate 'no-no' for us."
"But then again, I'm just in this to make the Brotherhood go 'boom', regardless. And to get back what they stole from me." Jexx's expression went very dark then, his mind filled with thoughts of revenge.
"Ok, would somebody please tell me what you're trying to do? I'll try to help." Gerald sighed.
Jexx snapped out of his black mood and turned to Gerald. "Actually, I think we might still be debating what we are going to do." Jexx paused for a moment. Then Jexx finally concluded that it could't hurt too much if Gerald knew a little more of the specifics.
"To be quite honest, we're just a ragtag band of random people and bots. To put it bluntly, the rebellion had been spying on each of us not already with them, and called us all together at the same time. Then the Jackson Phoenix himself put us all into our group, and sent us of out here with pretty much nothing but free reign and the objectives of freeing this town and removing the Brotherhood presance from here. We weren't even assigned an official leader, but we all seem to take orders from Exo here," Jexx said, giving the mountain of a bot a good clang on the back.
"Well, that explains why your here in the first place, but what's your mission? If you don't mind me asking." Gerald asked, "But whatever it is, I want to see if I can be a part of it too." He added
"I just said; our objectives are to free this town, and remove the Brotherhood presance. Permanantly, if possible. How we accomplish said objectives is up to us." Jexx gave a serious look at Gerald, something Jexx doesn't do often. "The people here are under mindcontrol by the Brotherhood."
EDIT: OOC:
Crap! I've got to go to the B&N Harry Potter book release party. Prolly won't be back at all tonight.
"Mind control?" Gerald smiled, "Impossible! Neural suggestion or mental reconfiguration, maybe, but mind control? Free will is too strong to be manipulated, so they must be allowing this to happen." His face returned to it's serious state, "Do you have any idea how they're doing this?"
"You clear Morgan?" Victor radioed from the cover position he'd taken up.
"Mind control isn't too difficult with magic," Dorcan pointed out. "With technology? I don't know enough about that. It had occurred to me that the townsfolk were being teleoperated from the tower, but I'm not so sure now. Looking at what we know, it seems more likely that the implants are controlling their moods rather than their thoughts per se.
"You could do something like that with drugs," he mused. "Probably nano-devices as well. Do you suppose that's why the implants are on the neck?"
"Teleoperated implants?" Gerald grinned, "I could try to hack it through a third party computer, if detected, I'd bug out ASAP. If I get in, I could try to block communications or fry the implant, though I wouldn't recommend that." he added with a grimace, "That might not be pretty... As for the location of the device, it's probally to tap into the nervous system via the spinal chord, possibly granting indirect access to the mind."
"I doubt hacking would work. So far, we've only had evidence that the transmitter itself is just that; a transmitter. I don't think it has any recieving capabilities in the first place. Even if it did, the Brotherhood are almost certain to keep it separated from their main lines. Basic hacker security one-oh-one. Best way to protect something is to completely separate the system that it is on.
"In any case, it looks like our only option may be infiltration of the Tower itself. Once we're inside, we can wreak havoc until we get to the transmitter. Then we blow it, and the whole damn Tower if we can, sky-high. It's like Phoenix said; 'we want to hit them where it hurts; inside the Towers'. As for how you can help out, I'm not thinking of much, except cannon fodder." Jexx grinned. "No, I'm just kidding!"
"That pretty hard odds we'd be facing." Gerald pointed out, ignoring Jexx's joke, "What if we hit the power plants and any back-up generators, then go in, that'll take care of automated defences." He shruged, "But then, those are bound to be guarded as well. To me, that's the ideal way, at least as I see it."
"Actually, I've already been thinking up a way. After all, I did break into a tower by myself before. Granted, that was a long time ago...but I think I can still do it! I'll climb to the top of the tower undetected, (yes, that's possible), use a terminal to try and shut off the security...hey, I might even be able to use a virus that Baiye makes to do that...The doors will unlock, and I'll get back down to join you in storming the place. The reason I failed last time was because there was just too many of them for just little old me, but with all of us?" Jexx motioned around to everyone in the group. "I know we can take them. Someone might get hurt...but that's why we have a medic...Hey, I'm getting another idea..." Jexx regarded Gerald. "The automated defence are still going to give us some grief. But what if...when I go to shut down the security, I also upload Mars and Omega into the Towers' computers, and they can take over the auto-Ds and use them against the Brothrhood? They'll start blasting up the turrets pretty quick, but that also gives us a chance to thin out their numbers! You and Baiye might even be able to stay behind and coordinate both our attack and Omega and Mars."
Jexx turned to the group. "What does everything think about that? Sound like a plan? It's exactly the same one as the plan I used to break into a Tower before, and it would have worked if only I had some people on my side. Now we have more skileld people and disposable resources than I could ever have hoped for. I know It will work! Besides, this is exactly what Phoenix wanted us to do."
Dorcan looked appalled. "I'm not a footsoldier," he said. "Nor do I have the time or inclination to become one. If the rest of you wish to storm the tower I'd be perfectly willing to help monitor the situation, but I do not think it would be a good idea if I joined the attack myself."
"I like it, Omega could siphon information from their databanks, Mars could take control of the automated defences and lockdown, I'll need some time to modify their programing code though, Omega's not fitted for cyber combat yet. I might still be useful on the Field... or..." Gerald's face brightened up, "I could make copies of the original files, modify them so they're suited for cyber combat, and leave them inside the tower's computer network. Then, that guarantees another soldier, as well as electronic backup!" He smiled, "The modifications won't take long, I have a subprogram for electronic stealth and data combat, so all I have to do is incorporate that with Omega II's files, as for Mars II, his original has been ready at design to do just that. They shouldn't be detected until Mars II takes over the turrets, even then, Omega II shouldn't be detected unless they do a very detailed scan. May I have my laptop, please?"
"Sure." Jexx retrieved Gerald's laptop newly-rigged with a manual key activation lock, courtesy of Baiye. Jexx handed the laptop to Gerald, then turned to Baiye. "I think you can give Gerald the key to turn on his laptop now."
(OOC: Caff, we may need to be letting up on our posts a little...I don't want to piss anyone of again.)
"we still need to "catch" a test subject/Victim for an isolated room so we can block the control signal or removed. Do we even know the control signal range from the Tower?" Asks the doc
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"Your plan has its merits, young sir, but it has its flaws as well. For starters, it hinges in its entirety upon the skills of one individual to get us in. Should anything go wrong in that initial maneuver, not only does that plan fail but we risk all of our combatants who would aid in the attack upon the tower. I, personally, am in favor of the good Madmoiselle Doctor's idea; discern the nature of the manipulation, if any can be definitely found. From there, we may be able to end this while drawing the minimum of attention to our actions. As I believe someone mentioned earlier, an all out assault would give the Brotherhood propaganda to use against us, showing us as terrorists or vigilantes who attack useful structures, and if they believe we had nothing to do with this they're that much less likely to attempt it again."
"I told you, I've gotten into a tower before, and I can sure as hell do it again. Even if I screw up, my vaporization will serve me right, Ok?. Secondly, the Doctor was not suggesting we find or identify the point of influence, we already know that. There is something that is broadcasting a signal to the implanted microchips that is altering the mood patterns in everyone affected. The Doctor was suggesting that we test the removal of the influence on someone, to make sure it's safe, and I never objected to that, I in fact think it might almost be a neccessary precaution. The only logical place the device could be is inside the Tower. And since you are still a little unfamiliar with this world, I will tell you now, there is no way in Hell that we are going to free these people without actually shutting down, disabling, dismantling, or destroying whatever is transmitting the signal. What are we going to do otherwise? Abduct every townsperson one by one and do brain surgery on them? Is it just me or does something seem rediculously impractical about that? The only way to stop this is to stop the transmitter. The only way to do that is to go into the Tower itself. Any covert infiltration by us is right out. None of us are trained operatives, like a few of the people in the Rebellion. We can't do this covertly. We would have to send in just one, maybe two people to carry out the entire operation. Which makes you feel more uneasy, relying on a single person doing something that they have done before to just perform the initial phase of the operation, or relying on a single person to carry out the entire operation, not to mention a person who has never done anything even remotely like that before? Hmm?
"And about the propaganda. Most people already know the truth behind both the Brotherhood of the Machine and the Rebellion, but join the Brotherhood in droves out of fear, nothing else. People would be joining the Rebellion if it weren't for the fear that they couldn't actually do anything to harm the Botherhood. The reason people fear the Brotherhood is partially because of their threats, but mostly because of their image of invincibility. The Rebellion is already declared terrorists by the Brotherhood. If we show that the Brotherhood isn't untouchable, no matter how much they use it to prove that the Rebellion are terrorists, no matter how much they increase their threats, they'll just be beating a dead horse. The people will know that the Brotherhood can be hurt, and flock to the side of the Rebels. Not to mention the fact that the Rebels will be using the same even for their own propaganda! If anything, the Brotherhood will try to cover up the destruction of their Tower to maintain their precious illusion of invulnerablility. But the Rebels will make sure that it gets out anyway!
"Going over that, an assault on the Tower is still currently our only option, because no one else has actually offered any other viable plan for shutting down the transmitter. Is attacking inside the Tower goign to be dangerous as teasing Hell? HELL, YES! But Jackson already warned you that this was going to be dangerous. He even gave all of you a chance to back out, but no one took him up on it. Don't try to back out now just because you are starting to realize that this might cost you your life. That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it's always gonna be.
"But of course, my plan is nothing more than a suggestion. Thus far, I am the only one who has made a suggestion. If anyone else has a plan, please share it. I do still like to keep my options open wherever possible." There was no sarcasm, mockery, or anger in Jexx's tone as he said that last sentance of his particularly long tirade.
"I've heard little in the way of proof insofar as these 'microchips' are concerned; it may be some other method of influence, with the tower as a front. As for the Brotherhood's recruiting methods, I find your theory questionable. If they joined out of fear, why do they defend the twisted ideals of the Brotherhood with such zeal? If they did know the full story, the government would take action against the Brotherhood. Furthermore, you say you have done this before. How did that end the previous time? As for offering more plans, we have been in place for less than a day, with barely any time to gather intel as to what's actually going on. I know this is dangerous, I simply do not wish to add to that," Mister replied.
(OOC: Not trying to be a pain. He just honestly thinks it's a bad plan.)
"Well, I see where you're coming from about only just getting here and all. I apologize, I just can't help it. I'm a man of action; a man of just getting the job done. Always was, always will be.
"The microchips: Morgan has already sent confirmative data procured from nanites implanted in the police chief. No idea how you missed that, but oh well.
"The cowards-turned-zealots: Best as Jackson and Exo have explained, anyone inducted into the Brotherhood is also brainwashed. How, we have no idea. It's also why anyone who does join the Brotherhood is never heard from again; they become one of the masked faceless cultists. This also directly affects the reason the Rebellion rarely has successful covert operation: Their agents have to bug out quick or become neutralized. As for the government, I have already said that Jackson confirmed that the Brotherhood has a stranglehold on them.
"And finally, my pervious escapade. How did it end, you ask? Horribly. A total faliure. Complete flop. But what I've been suggesting I do is just get us in which is something I had no problem with last time. The problem was being one man against an Tower full of warbots, auto-Ds, zealots, enforcers, a few elites, and no time to even find what I was looking for. How do you think that went? But, with the security disabled, the auto-Ds turned to our side to thin out the numbers of the Brotherhood (courtesy of our newound friend Gerald and, more particularly, his AI's), and more than just one person going up against them, we have a strong shot at this."
"Ah, my mistake," Mister said with a slight bow, "I must have missed the reference to nanites. Much of the terminology used is new to me, I suppose I must have missed details here and there. I still have my qualms about the initial phase of this plan, but then I have already voiced them. My apologies for the interruption."
"No no, it's all right. I actually think questioning is a good thing. If we don't question something, how would we ever know if there is a flaw in it?" Jexx said, somewhat philisophically.
Morgan, not aware of the conversation occurring back at base, sends on the coms, "Well, that was certainly interesting. The Brotherhood is supplied with information from the feds, though they backed down when I threatened to drag the chief into this. Very interesting. Alright, what's the plan here? I want to Take out this control, but in a way that does not bring down reprisal against this town. I really think, based on what this Enforcer said, we now should work to expose this mind control to the public. If we do this, Brotherhood support will decline, it might even spawn a public outcry that could reduce Brotherhood influence on the government."
"I thought you said publicising it wouldn't fly," said Dorcan, turning his attention back to Morgan. "Anyway. The current plan we are discussing is some kind of attack on the tower to put out the transmitters. I believe the idea is to try and disable the internal security systems first, and then storm the place. It sounds a little suicidal to me," he admitted.
"Morgan, do you have any kind of EMP generator with you? One thing we need to establish is whether destroying the chip is fatal. I don't like it, but our best shot would be if you can burn out the chip in someone within the town. Preferably on the outskirts, thinking about it. If they die, it will look like a stroke. If it releases them, being on the edge of the town will give them the best chance of escape without the Brotherhood finding out.
"Disabling the tower is likely to have a similar effect," he continued. "If losing the chip proves fatal, the plan Jexx is discussing could quite possibly result in the deaths of everyone in the entire town."
"With a frequency match, the range of the transmission could be calculated or tested for with a simple reciever. Move until signal stops. That is the optimal range of transmission. Blissfully simple yet highly technical, for those capable of such emotions. We have no suitable facilities for interfering with and properly isolating a signal from the chips here. This is a field operation, not a fully-equipped medical hospital, so you will have to excuse our obvious lack of luxuries." It sounds slightly sarcastic and irritated at the same time.
"As for publicisation of this situation, unveiling that the Brotherhood are using implanted chips and remote control or subliminal messaging would be severely damaging to their reputation. Records indicate that subliminal messaging was banned under the Etherume Act approximately three years ago, following a similar case in which a large soft drinks corporation used subliminal messaging in advertising to coerce many into purchasing their product. Whilst nowhere near as serious as this scenario, the blatant breach of the Act is no doubt clear enough to many."
Josh stood there glareing at Jexx. He started on his side of the debate...he sounded enraged and irritated at the same time. "Listen here! I am NOT above dieing to expose the brotherhood and preven more of my kind from dieing. however i AM opposed to dieing so the brotherhood can pass us off as the evil terrorists and start a "War against terror". THAT will give the brotherhood and their supporters such an uplift it wont be funny! Terrorism NEVER solves ANYTHING it just makes those in whom we are trying to initiate change in even MORE fanatical! don't belive me do you? well I ask you this....what terrorist cell has EVER made a diffrence? Think of one right now! can't can you?
We need to be more tactful about this! I won't let them win and i WON'T LET THEM KILL ANY MORE OF US! I've already lost everything and i WON'T make any mistake that will cause anyone else to do the same!
IF you had been listening insted of acting like a child crying for attention you would have heard three diffrent plans and realistic ways of executeing them!
personally i lay my vote down for exposeing to the public that the brotherhood are controlling their minds. listen close Jexx, this would cause the public to question them and rebel... when they do we can take in those who want to make a diffrence. this would make out next operation easier!"
Josh ended his rant within a breaths distance from Jexx's face. Josh may have gotten over emotional but had no intention of stirring up a beef between them....Still after he realized how he acted and Jexx's disposition he was ready to take defence.
Jexx merely started coolly back into Josh's face. "If you knew more about this," Jexx started, "Then you would know: There already is a war going on. And everyone knows about it. Attacking a Tower is something the rebellion has been trying their ass off to do, Jackson said so himself, and public-view wise, it won't change a goddamn thing. They're not terrorists trying to take down a government, they're people who are stimply trying to stop a massive organization of fanatics. The only people who can't see that are the ones already lost to the Brotherhood anyway."
(OOC: Lucas, you really also would want to be checking the OOC thread. Important stuff is said there out of charcater, you know.)
"So you would rather KILL them than let them disolve through lack of support? That's a winning plan right there unneccessary risk with blood on your hands....almost sounds like a brotherhood recruit...." Josh had stepped back and made his remark with an almost palpable taint of anger and cynicism. "The more i look listen to your plan the more i start to feel for the poor suckers you've already tried to shake down."
OOC: i already did, and didn't think your relation to starwars was correct.
"Hold it, hold it," said Dorcan as tempers began to fray.
"Our mission, as assigned, was to investigate the townsfolk and report back to Jackson. Thanks to Morgan we now have a pretty clear idea of what is going on, so our first priority should be to relay this information back to base. Those were our orders.
Actually trying to attack the Brotherhood's stronghold is something that we were only supposed to attempt if we felt we could accomplish it on our own. If not, we were to phone home for reinforcements.
"Now if you are dead-set on this plan, I have a few suggestions to add. But first we need to relay what we have learned back to Jackson, and establish once and for all what we are going to do next."
"BOYS!!!!!!!!!!! We do not need the shouting, but relaying our data so far to Jackson is a goods one. AN important requirement from Jackson was to not cause harm to the townpeople. So It looks like I'm going to have to go into town and check on some of the townfolk with chips. IF someone can build a frequency jammer for that control frequency or something, that might help. Maybe, we can cause a feedback loop or the like and destroy the transmitter from the outside. But we must get more data to help these people...Okay" Shouts the Doctor
"Now I am going into town on the far side from the brotherhood tower, and Whoever wants to come, can come with me" says the Doc as she heads to one of the vans. "Goddess, I feel like a den mother"
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"I'll come with you mom. With brotherhood walking about ready to beat the pulp out of anyone from out of town i dont think it's best not to have our best medic unprotected.....Sorry Dorcan our card game may have to wait."
"Yo! Doc! I think I'd like to come with too." Gerald said, coming out of a trance-like state, then he turned to Jexx and smiled, "That is, if Jexx would be kind enough to allow me to redownload my AIs?"
"Oh yeah, that." Jexx unslung the rebellion laptop off of his back and opened it up. Instantly the two AIs popped on the screen. Their expressions were murderous.
Quickly Jexx slipped the wireless transponder out of his pocket and reattached it to the laptop.
"And Baiye, where's that...oh." Jexx reaced into the van and pulled out a small chip-like key and handed it to Gerald. "Baiye rigged up a manual activation lock to you laptop. It can only be turned on with this key now."
As soon as the tranponder was inserted, the screen showed the "Uploading" screen.
"Thank you, I was about to corrupt someone in there..." Omega said, bowing to Jexx.
"Ok, you two, we're going into town. You know the drill." Gerald said, following Docter Joywaves.
<Understood. Operation: 'Under the cover of light' is a go.>
Why must you give operation names to everything?
<It sounds cool! Don't you think?>, Gerald only sighed, <What!?>
Morgan querried, Shall I return to base or maintain my presence here. I believe it would be optimum to contact Phoenix with what we have and see how he would like us to proceed.
The Brotherhood squad eventually make their way around town, and having found nothing further, they decide to abandon the search and return to the tower. As they enter the tower, another squad of zealots exits the tower, but instead of going straight to town, they head towards a plain looking building that looks to be nothing more than a large utility shed.
Outstanding, everyone... check this out. Morgan said over his link.
Replay:
Full motion video, 896 Eb/sec...
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The Brotherhood squad eventually make their way around town, and having found nothing further, they decide to abandon the search and return to the tower. As they enter the tower, another squad of zealots exits the tower, but instead of going straight to town, they head towards a plain looking building that looks to be nothing more than a large utility shed.
Replay end.Interesting, eh?
Jexx watched the video that Morgan streamed to them, eagerly towards the end.
"So Sally, Josh, and Gerald are going to the far side of town to capture someone and test removing the influence. Once we figure out weather or not it's safe to remove the mood control influce from a townsperson, someone's gonna need to get on the blower and call Jackson with an update. Should a few of us also go check out this shed? If the Brotherhood are going in, it must be important."
Jexx was visbly flexing his metal fingers in anticipation, and if anyone was watching, they were slowly morphing back to usual handcannons.
"......Blower" Josh didn't even bother to stifle a snicker. "If I'd known we were allowed to use that language infront of the ladies i would be curseing my gray ass off right now!" Josh felt the situation needed some lightening.
Jexx rolled his eyes, but could not stop himself from smiling with Josh. "It's slang for radio, you immature idiot!"
"It would be easiest to go to a diner or store near the highway or road. So, we can check who has a chip and who doesn't and then decide who we can confront or kidnap." says the Doc.. as she get in one of the van. "You guys decide who, you want to go check out the trap ah shed... I am going to Lennys"
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"All right." Jexx said. "As for the shed, I think I'm going to check that out, assistance or no. Is anyone gonna tag along?"
Josh turned to Gerald. "Let's make sure it's someone hot.....but reletively healthy." the he climbed into the back of the van.
"Can we blow up the shed?" asked Dorcan. It wasn't a very good idea but it was the first thing that came into his head.
"Actually, scratch that. It's probably covering a tunnel or some other concealed entrance.
Anyway, we need to report what we've got so far to Jackson. Exo, do you want me to do that or would you prefer to do it in person?"
Exo moves close to Dorcan, it's voice dropping out of normal hearing ranges for most humanoids. "Jackson is somewhat elusive and Rebellion comms are usually kept quiet to prevent Brotherhood interception. I will endeavour to contact him once the others have departed to prevent confusion and conflicting reports."
" Okay You guys try not to get catch but have fun at the Shed. Whoever is with me get in the back and I need some coffe and donuts...To Lenny!" the Doctor wait until everyone is seat, and them put the van in gear....
She drives back to the road and then goes southward a ways and once she reaches the highway heading toward town. She stops at the first Lenny's she can find inside the city limits. She see a few heavy 20 ton trucks and a dozen normal cars in the parking lot. She goes inside and waits on the hostress. She looks around the place and the customers
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Jexx shook his head. "Don't know why she took a van," he muttered to himself, "the town's within walking distance, and the van will give us away if anyone gets so much as a glimpse inside."
Jexx then started checking his microcomms and minigram. He morphed his handcannons to hands and back a few times, an shot the ground a few times. He then reached down and checked his mechanical lower legs. Satisfied that everything was in working order, he then started walking. "If anyone's going to come with me to the shed, now's the time." Jexx reached the edge of the clearing.
Gerald decided to hitch a ride with the doctor.
Omega, look for potental targets and threats. Gerald thought as he was entering Lenny's.
<Understood, scanning...>
Oh, add Filter, EMF source on neck.
<Understood, modifying search... searching...>
Soon after, his eye started to dart every which way.
Omega, at least try to conseal the fact I'm searching!
<You're searching? Oh well, understood, remember though, the search location is now narrowed down to what you allow it to see.>
I know...
<Hmm... I've noticed an odd thing here...>
What, other than the fact that everyone's like my highschool's lead cheerleader?
<Well, that's just it! A city or town should have some disgruntled people. This is like the Twilight Zone or something...>
Well... can you at least blend me in?
<Oh yah, just let me control part of your mouth...>
Ok, just not now... Gerald thought as he shivered, trying to imagine himself with one of those creepy smiles.
<Got it.>
Josh stood beside the good doctor. "uhhh wouldn't an EMP disable my arm and Geralds eye and two ais?" he wispered to her.
"I... I'll come with you," said Dorcan, donning his cap and backpack and hurrying after Jexx.
I'll probably regret this, but someone needs to watch out for him, he thought. If the Brotherhood come knocking, I might be able to pass as a normal citizen if I keep smiling and wishing them a good day. They shouldn't have any footage of me apart from when I was dressed in my cloak with my wings hidden. If not... well, I'll have to try and outrun them should things go bad.
"Umm, Ok..." Jexx said. Given Dorcan's reaction to Jexx's idea of a full-on assault on the Tower, Jexx thought that Dorcan would be the last person to come with him. Jexx was completely prepared and expecting a good firefight, and at least one more Brotherhood bastard for Jexx to attempt to strangle information out of.
"You do have a weapon on you, right?" Jexx asked Dorcan.
"No," said Dorcan, with elemental simplicity. "I'm going to try and stealth it when we get close. If things turn nasty, I should be able to outrun them." He paused.
"Although now you come to mention it, it would probably be a good idea to have one as a backup. Were there any spare ones in the vans?"
Josh chuckled to himself. what wasn't there in the vans? He thought.
Sally's "team" are finally seated.
She orders some Coffee.....and looks at the menu as she scans the family of four nearby for control chips....
Josh nudges her with an elbow. "Psst you might want to try for a single patron...It could be hard to get one of them away. And if it doesn't work they'll notice someone missing."
At the Lenny's...
The patrons sitting at the counter appear to be regular travelers, truckers, and other out of towners. And each one appears to be creeped out at the overly cheerful staff of the restaraunt. It seems that it's just the cook, waitresses, and bus boys who are affected, not the patrons. A waitress comes up to Sally with a big smile on her face.
"Well hi there! What can I get for you all today, huh?" She asks.
Dorcan selected a stungun from the van. Neat, he thought. I bet it doesn't work on me, though.
"Okay," he said, turning to Jexx. "This should do for me. Let's be off..."
Jexx look at what, in Jexx's personal opinion, was a poor choice of weapon. But Jexx didn't say anything, he just merely let out a breath and said, "Ok. We're good."
Jexx turned and walked side by side with Dorcan out of the camp towards town.
Josh looked at the waitress. "I'll have a cup of Joe. aaaaaand the Grand Slam." Josh actually wanted to eat. he felt to come all the way here and not eat would be a waste of gas.
Gerald looked over the menu, "Cheeseburger and a coke please... Umm... where are your restrooms?" he asked.
Morgan takes up a position to observe the shack and take a few scans of it. He opens up the spectrum to psionic auras as well as the normal gamut of electromagnetic.
With the right equipment I can generate an EM field, but it would take time for it to become significant. I would need to drain the entire powergrid for the area in order for the field to encompass the city, but I don't think I would feel good after that. Morgan mused to himself, though he was still connected to the communications channel.
"Okay I will have a cup of coffee and apple pie with a scoop of melon sherbet ice cream Please.. This is a nice place. Do any of the locals come eat here?" ask the Doc of the waitress... Taking note that the staff were mostly seniors in high school or early college except the cook, who was a middle aged chubby wolf. "I was just looking to taste some of the local favors of the food, here."
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"Just in case I leave you with the wrong impression, Jexx, I am coming out of curiosity," Dorcan began as they walked away. He'd turned his transmitter off for this conversation.
"I fully intend to turn tail and flee if the going gets tough. If you intend to do something rash like breaking into the tower, there we must part ways. I just want to be sure you're aware of this."
"That said, I do have a few suggestions. If it becomes necessary to do this, our best chance of success would be through drawing the Brotherhood out of the tower. If we can risk sacrificing one of the vans, Gerald could use one as a relay to hack the tower again. At the same time we could use EMP generators or something to knock out the implants in various parts of the town. If we also call in the reinforcements that Jackson promised, we might be able to spread the Brotherhood out enough to risk that kind of strategy."
The waitress smiled as she took the orders and pointed Gerald towards the bathrooms. She went and gave the order to the cook, who thanked the waitress with a big happy smile. Some of the truckers exchanged glances.
"We don't get many locals in here." She said.
She turned and saw the clock.
"Oh my, my shift is almost over." She said aloud.
With the majority of the group departed to investigate, Exo climbs back into the command van and opens up a channel to the Rebellion HQ, in the hopes of contacting Jackson. "Mode: Encrypted burst. Security: Maximum. Connection online."
"Field Unit Echo Four Nineteen to Control - repeat, Echo Four Nineteen to Control. Come in Control." It patiently waits for a response.
The radio crackles to life.
"This is control, go ahead Echo Four Nineteen." The voice on the other end of the radio responded.
"Report for the Chief: Operation is proceeding as planned and the method of control has been identified. Further details and confirmation pending field investigation by operatives. Will report again when further information has been obtained."
Jexx faltered slightly and screwed up his face to keep it from turning into a mask of shock and disgust when Dorcan delivered his "turn tail and flee" line. "Well, um...don't know what to tell you about that..." That wasn't true. Jexx knew exactly what he wanted to say to the 'coward', but decided that the doberman who'd been kind to him when Jexx had accidentally turned three of the others against him didn't deserve it.
"And by the way, when I say I'm going to do something, that's what I'm going to do. I said I was going to investigate this shed of the Brotherhood's, and that's what I'm going to do. Granted, I didn't say what 'investigate' means to me, but I'm not going after the Tower. Not by myself. Not again. I've already said that.
"And your suggestions, why didn't you bring those up before? They would have helped alot."
The radio came back to life.
"Roger that Echo Four Nineteen. Control out." The voice said, and the radio went silent.
"Well, this shed business happened before I could bring it up," Dorcan admitted.
"Lo and behold, Gerald went and buggered off before I could stop him. Nonetheless, if it becomes necessary, the option remains. After all, we can always radio him if the need arises."
The Doc waves her scan over the waitress as she leaves and find something unusual. The girl was a squirrel of about 16 years, fit and heathly, at 120lb and at 5'6" height. She has a reddish coat and long red-orange hair which looked good with her light blue uniform. The waitress seems like all the other happy-go-lucky peole of the town, but the girl did rub and scratch at her neck alot. Her body is starting to reject the chip as a foreign object. The area around the chip is scarring on the inside and the immune system was fight it. or Something else. She had something more than anyone there. A spark of magic, or something in the girl that was slowly surfacing because the invasion of the chip.
The scanner was telling the Doc, the chip was still functioning, but it would been slowly losing control of the girl in a few weeks. Still, the girl may end up in a wheel chair or worst, if the chip was not removed. The doctor ask the girl to stay on as long as she was serving them, but then asks for the check and to box everything once the food gets there.
"I'm sorry, but I have lost track of time, we need to get a move on. Can we get this to go now. and the check, please. "
Once the girl leaves, the otter says to the boys,"We have to save that girl, once she leaves for home. We need to take her."
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"Considering your company Doc, that may not be the best choice in words. She does posess the 'spark' and I feel to allow such a fine young lady to end up all screwed up because of the brotherhood would be a damn shame." Josh had an optimistic look to him.
"shhh! Damn me for thinking a loud. Well, Prince Charming see if you can get a date with her." whispers the Doc to Josh.
The waitress returns with a boxes of the food, and the check "Here you go, Anythine else I can get you?" said the girl
{PBH}
Josh sat there in an awkward state of brain v.s. labido. Then as she walked away Josh wipspered to Joyweves "I'm 24 she's 16 I don't think the people around here would look on that like a normal date."
Gerald snickered, "I've seen 84 year olds marry 18 year olds, what your talking about is much different... Love knows no bounderies my freind." He whispered to Josh
The doctor steps on Gerald foot. and turns to Josh. to tell him in a low voice,
"Well, you will just have ask her just what she thinks or is allow to think. If it goes any further than a date, we can worried about what her family and friends think about your wedding later. I am just thinking about us getting her alone tonight without cause a manhunt."
The doctor opens her cell phone to make a call but calls Jexx by comlink in a whisper " Jexx, Can you and the other tech types come up with a make to jam the Brotherhood control frequencies in a localized area We may have a victim soon"
PBH
Jexx and Dorcan had just about made it to the edge of the forest where it meets the town when Doctor Sally's communication came through. Jexx listened, and was slightly confused.
"Umm, Sally, I'm not one of the 'tech-types', as you say it, I just blast stuff. You should be talking to Gerald and Baiye. The van you guys took should have all the equipment you need built-in. Gerald could hope in and probably jimmy something up. He could probably also get in touch with Baiye and coordinate with her to figure it out."
Mister remained where he was, getting the feeling that he would be one of the less useful individuals of this team. His skills were all either not needed in an espionage situation or outright out of date, he seemed to be there primarily to defend the vehicles and make desserts. It was all so new, so baffling, so...
He looked over at Exo, visible through the back door of the van. Even the constructs of this age were difficult to understand. He could feel no magical field from the fellow pushing or pulling against his own, could hear no steam whistling through him or the reassuring tok of clockwork, but the soldier's mannerisms and actions were not that of a soulless automaton. No magic, so how did he have a mind? The aspects that eventually became a personality is a matter of art, such as magic, not the sciences of mechanics. However a personality Exo did have, although one in its larval stages of development. At least that reminded Mister of himself, at least at one point. Strange and foreign... Who better to go to for understanding of the strange world I've returned to?
"Exo, Good Sir," Mister said as the radio cut out, knowing it would have been rude to interrupt, "A word?"
Gerald grimaced, "Your lucky I'm used to things falling an my foot..." he mumbled, "Still, I could probaly do that... I just need to send a lot of useless info to the chip, causing other transmitions to slow to a near halt." he paused, thinking about the possible aftermath, "You know, if I could get the frequency and channel of her chip, I could have it so that it effects only her, just in case there are any nearby pedestrians during in the jammer's AOE."
<Your getting better at this stealth thing Gerald...> Omega noticed.
I'm trying my best.
Exo leans back from the command console, turning it's head around to peer at Mister, optics glowing a slightly unusual soft white, still working the command interface with it's hands, apparently going over some kind of map of the area. "Hmm? You have a query?"
"Oh yes, a multitude of them. You see, if the previous conversation is any indication, my knowledge of this modern age is somewhat lacking. People, places, even casually accepted aspects of society in this time have me baffled. What I was wondering was if you could help bring me up to date," Mister bowed, "If you have the time and my questions do not try upon your patience, that is."
It nods, one ear-like antennae twitching curiously. "I may not be the best source of information to consult, but I shall endeavour to answer all queries to the best of my ability."
"Well, where to begin..." Mister drummed his fingers on part of the van, thinking, "Well, to begin, let us start with the constructs of this age like yourself. You act fairly intelligently and rationally, but without any magic involved in your construction. How is this? Are there other magicless golems with your capabilities?"
"Theoretically, yes. My construction is a lightweight reinforced titanium alloy frame, with ceramic/metal hybrid plate armour. Propulsion and manipulation of environment is primarily powered by synthetic muscle fibers known as myomer, with heavier (though clumsier) lifting and jumping capabilities augmented via standard hydraulic systems. Neural net framework consists of several clustered microprocessors, each with slightly different settings and balances, in order to properly replicate sentient thought patterns. Combine with extensive random access memory banks and considerable internal data storage and one has both short-term and long-term memory simulations."
It sounds rather pleased with itself.
"However, I am rather a one of a kind machine in terms of design and function. There are other machines that can behave similarly, but not many of them are suited to extended combat - such as having seventy percent of their operational chassis stripped away and retaining full combat functionality - nor suited with the necessary combat calculation and control algorithms for the handling of weaponry, correction of recoil and compensation for weather conditions, target movement, etcetera. whether one is handling a simple 5.56 millimeter kinetic projectile handgun, or the latest quad-focus-array laser longrifle, or a specialized anti-vehicle missile launcher. I am also capable of engaging in full melee combat, unlike earlier models, which lacked the response-defense and speed capabilities to properly block and counter incoming assaults, as well as effectively launch counter attacks."
It adjusts it's optics, colour fading to a soft blue.
"Whilst sufficient magic can make this a mere triviality and would massively outmatch my own capabilities, I am purely a design of technology and am thus limited by what programming my creators had to design to maximize combat efficiency. I am sure, were my systems to be augmented with magic, I would be an even match for most armoured vehicles and many times my number in even sufficiently armed and trained soldiers."
Dorcan looked back, suddenly regretting his decision to go with Jexx. "No," he said reluctantly.
"I could probably help design or modify something, but your worlds technology and component standards are probably too different to mine for me to help just yet. I'd have to get up to speed, and that would slow the others down."
Josh stepped outside as the waitress was leaveing. In his very bumbleing yet charming way he started intoduceing himself. "Hi, I'm Josh and i couldn't help but notice you look very nice..." Josh stood there with a big grin on his face for a few seconds before the waitress tried to make an escape from the awkwardness. But it wasn't about to stop there. "I didn't catch your name miss?" Josh waited for the waitress to answer.
"Obviously the sciences have progressed by a great deal," Mister murmured absentmindedly, not even wanting to ask what hydraulic meant, "Right. Well then, to continue, there was also the device good sir Gerald brought with him and used to interact with his," he stumbled a bit around the unfamiliar word, "Ayeeyes. I've seen a couple objects that seemed similar in the vans. What exactly are they?"
The girl seemed bewildered but she smiled anyway.
"Um, my name's Barbra, but my friends just call me Babs." She says. "Is there something else I can do for you, cuz I really gotta get home."
Jexx was slightly behind a tree, since this was the very edge of the forest and the border of the town was about ten meters away. When Dorcan finished talking into his microcomm, Jexx said, "Guess it's time to move into town. Since you've got your...um...wing problem covered up, you will be just as inconspicuous as the others, but you'll rememeber that I can't really be seen. Aside from simply me not wanting anyone who could possibly tell the Brotherhood about me, a guy walking around shirtless is weird enough to most people. Add in my, erm, markings, and I could be in for some trouble. My handcannons are right out. Now, I just need to get into my usual mode of avoiding detection..."
Jexx watched the city border until there was no one looking in the direction of himself and Dorcan. When he was sure, Jexx ran out from behind the tree, keeping low, and hating the lack of cover, until he got to the first building. When he did, Jexx morphed his handcannons to hand for only a few seconds, which was just enough time for him to jump and climb to the top of the building. Once on the roof, he went prone and peeked over the top. As usual, no one had seen him.
Jexx puled out his minigram and had it key his microcomms to communicate with only Dorcan's. "Ok," Jexx said, "I'm in position. You can move in now, I'll be watching out for you. I'll guide you to the shed."
Dorcan didn't have hackles, but if he did they'd be way up. This was SO not what I had in mind, he thought to himself. Serves you right for going with him, another part of his mind replied smugly.
"Very well," he said, doing a convincing impression of someone acting casual, "lead the way."
"Alrighty then," Jexx said, "Go down the street, straight past the first two intersections. I'll be waiting at the third." Jexx watched Dorcan, then quitely turned and jumped a few more roofs until he was on a building on the oppioriste side of the thrid intersection, watching Dorcan from head-on.
It was starting to get somewhat darker, Dorcan realised with some concern. It did not show... his face bore the same contented expression he had noticed on the populace. He chose his route with care, picking the more illuminated sections and ambling down the street.
"I hope they don't have a curfew," he whispered to Jexx. "Okay, coming up to the intersection. What next?"
"Ok, now turn left...No no, my left!"
Dorcan was suddenly reminded of a film Jakob had shown him not too long ago. It was from an Earth game show, where a group of young human cubs had to direct one of their companions through a dungeon. Their companion wore a helmet that covered his eyes and was wholly dependent on their companions for guidance as he was accosted by various monsters and denizens. In actual fact the dungeon did not exist at all and was superimposed on the screen - the only real things apart from the player were certain quest objects and some of the more human occupants of the dungeon.
"Okay," he said, fighting back the urge to laugh, "where should I go now?"
"Ok, now you just go down to the next intersection, turn right, yes your right, onto Coffwell street, then go down past another intersection..."
(OOC: Copout! Now everyone else posts for awhile, and the next time I post, you and I will both be at the shed. Is that alright?)
Gerald noticed Barbra and Josh talking.
<10 Megabytes says either she's taken or he fails.>
<You're on!>
Gerald just sighed.
"Gerald, you should be able to isolate the inside of the van from these frequencies. So stop staring at Josh and bring the van, around." says the Doctor has she passes a flash memory with the control chip frequencies. "We will come with the van when Josh says so, or then the girl is walking alone."
PBH
Morgan checked his gun, the 10mm pistol was somehow 'magically'(no magic involved) missed when he was searched by the Brotherhood.
Morgan thought to himself, I really wish I had asked someone to bring my case with them.
Morgan checked the conversations currently in progress and broadcasted on the main channel for the team, situation status report please. I am currently in position at this Brotherhood outdoor privy, those chaps must really be having fun in there as they have yet to come out.
No it wasn't a privy, but a little bit of levity did no harm.
" I...uh.....doyathinkyamightwannagohangoutsomewhere?" Josh felt like he was on a stage....in his undies....infront of the entire school....singing 'my heart will go on'....accompanied by the accordian.
This wasn't the only time he felt this way though. On more than one instance he had to accompany his sister to a school dance.
"Morgan, Jexx and I are coming to join you," said Dorcan. As he turned a corner, the shed came into view. "I should be approaching... ah, is you there?"
Morgan stepped out of the shadows behind Dorcan, "Behind you mate. Now stop standing in the open, I would like to be able to get in before we are noticed."
Morgan stepped back into the shadows, "So why are you running about the streets and not roof hopping with Jexx?"
Jexx's voice sounded in Dorcan and Morgan's microcomms, "Because no one, Dorcan included, can climb and roof-hop the way I can. And I think I've already found a way in, a small window here. I'm going to try to quiettly get in and unlock a door from the inside to let you two in. Standby..."
The sun was already mostly down, the streets were now mostly dark. There wasn't any sound for the moment, then a "Grrmph!" sounded over the microcomms, then there was the sound of shattering glass.
"Ah, shit! That wasn't supposed to happen! Umm, Ok, I'm in. If there is anyone here, I don't think they saw me. With any luck, anyone who is here will just think some hooligan threw a rock or something. Give me a few minutes to see if anyone did notice, then I'll try to get a door..."
Dorcan squinted as he stepped back into the shadows, making a movement as though he was going to tie his shoelaces and silently praying that no-one would notice the very faint red glow coming from inside his eyes. Perhaps I can pass it off as augmented vision, he thought. Suddenly the crash of glass brought him to full attention.
"They don't HAVE hooligans," he hissed over the comms. Oh my Gods, we're dead... he thought.
Morgan sighed when he heard the shattering of glass, Amateurs.
Morgan turned briefly towards Dorcan, "You stay put for now, I'll signal when its clear. Keep an eye on the approach from the tower. If there is a firefight, we will likely need to pull out."
Morgan dashed across the open area to the shack and against the wall facing away from the tower. This time he had his weapon out.
Over the communications channel Morgan queried Jexx, I advise seeking cover and no rash actions, what is your status?
"I am so sorry," muttered Dorcan over a private channel to Morgan. He looked like he was about to cry, although his voice was steady. "The main reason I came with him was to try and prevent something like that from happening. Still, if the brotherhood don't react immediately, it will give us some idea of how extensive the shed - or whatever it leads to - is."
As he spoke, he pulled out his stunner, and enabled the infrared vision system in his eyes.
Jexx was hunkered down behind a stack of large crates away from the window break. He hadn't hid near the window because, of course, that would be the first place the Brotherhood would check if anyone noticed.
Kepping curled up, Jexx whispered into the microcomm in his mouth, "My status is...fine, for the moment. I bolted for a hiding place away from the window as soon as I got in. I wasn't looking anywhere else, so I have no idea what is in this place, or who, or how many. And just FYI, I was actually trying not to break the window, I was just trying trying to ease it open, but it was stuck...that or just locked. Anyway, I'm going to stay here until I know someone has check the window and moved away before trying to get a peek."
Jexx then took out his minigram, and quietly activated the map of the buildings in the town. He was just barely able to discern where he was, and there was a door nearby.
Talking into is microcomm again, Jexx said, "Move to the east side of the shed. There's a door on that side, and I'll let you in through it once the coast is clear. K?"
At the diner...
Babs looked at Josh for a moment, with her head tilted to one side.
"Oh, are you asking me out on a date?" She asks.
Before he could muster an answer, she pulls out an order-taking pad from the diner that she keeps on her for some odd reason, and jots down her address and phone number. She hands it to him.
"Call me." She says and then walks off to her car.
At the shed...
After a few moments, footsteps could be heard inside.
"I heard it from over here." A zealot's muffled voice said.
There was the sound of a door opening, and more footsteps.
"Over here, the window's broken." Another zealot's voice said.
A moment of silence.
"Tower come in... possible break in at station PC-03... no one visible on the inside, beginning perimeter search." A zealots voice said.
More footsteps, and then the front door opened, and out stepped the zealots who had entered earlier.
Jexx heard the brief exchange between the two Brotherhood members. Curling up even more, and whispering as quietly as he could, he hissed into his microcomm, "Guys! They think someone's still on the outside, they just got out. Hide! Take cover!"
"Shh, we know!" hissed Dorcan urgently, wondering as he said so whether Morgan actually did know, having normal human hearing. Either way, he wanted to hear anything else that the Brotherhood said.
He kept to the shadows, quietly edging backwards and hoping that they didn't have infra-red vision themselves. If they do, both Morgan and I are screwed, he thought.
Josh walked into Lenny's feeling pretty good. it had been a while since he tried to get a date with anyone and this time was by far the most sucessful.
One of the zealots turned his head.
"Hey, you hear that?" He asked.
"No." The other replied.
"I know I heard someone talking." The first one said.
"Sure you did, just like reporting that some invisible person tried to break into the station." The other replied, sarcastically.
"What? The window's broken, and it looks to me like..." The first said.
"Who cares what you think it looks like. Let's just check out the perimeter and get back to work." The other said, interrupting him.
The third one finally spoke up.
"You guys handle the perimeter, I'm going back in." He said.
The third one reentered the station and closed the door behind him.
"You go that way, I'll go this way." The other zealot said to the first.
They began walking around the building.
<Ha Ha! Knew it!>
<Phhht>
<Anyways, got the frequency and channel locked, all we need is the go-code>
Good... Gerald responded as he was pulling the van around, Maybe this will go as planned...
Oops I erase this by accident I had to rewrite
But summary is
The doctor comments and teases Josh on his success with Bab the waitress... Ask Gerald to check the girl's info is right.
The doctor drives them the local Hospital, Hospital of Southwind to check out more of townpeople victims. And meets up with an old friend and college mate Dr Chad Westling
PBH
Dorcan kept frozen. There's only two of them, he thought. There's three of us, and they've split up. We could pick them off...
His hand drifted towards the stungun, ready to grab it at a moment's notice. It was set to a wide beam, so he didn't even have to aim - one of the reasons he'd sprung for an energy weapon. He might not even need to take it out of his pocket.
...But when the other guy inside realises they aren't coming back the place will be swarming, he added mentally, the impulse fading as he reasoned it through. On the other hand if they find us we'll have lost the advantage of surprise. There's no way I can pretend to be a happy brainwashed citizen if I'm lurking in the shadows like this...
OOC: Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was lingering, but some serious issues at work kept me too busy to get a moment to do anything.
Morgan *thought* quickly on the comm channel, which translated to voice, Snap decision, we'll deal with the reprucussions later, Jexx... take out the zealot inside, we'll handle the two out here... or at least I will. Any objections, voice them quickly before I strike or we will be committed.
Morgan quickly and quietly moved to the corner edge, ready to intercept the zealot as he reached it. A quick move, grab over the mouth to stiffle any sound and a deadly knife hand to the base of the skull... right where the spine connected. Quick, brutal and silent death was what he was aiming for. He would strike when the zealot reached position.
Dorcan winced slightly as Morgan gave the word. He couldn't quite shake the idea that attacking these guys from behind with no warning would be murder. It was hardly a fair fight - unless they made a critical mistake - and for all they knew these guys had joined the Brotherhood out of fear or coercion. Either one of them could even be a double-agent like the cat who'd saved him, although that was rather unlikely. Jackson would surely have told them if they had contacts in place here.
Whatever Morgan and Jexx may do, I'm taking mine alive, he thought. After all, we can question him. I'd be interested to know why he joined the brotherhood in the first place.
"One thing," he whispered into the comms. "Are their vital signs transmitted via telemetry? If attack these guys, is their friend inside going to know?"
The zealot went down without a fight. He was too surprised to move.
"Hey, I don't see anything on this side." The one on the other side of the building shouted.
There was a moment of silence.
"Hey, you hear me?" He asked.
He started walking over to where he thought his comrade was.
I do not know for sure, I this is my first significant contact with Brotherhood agents in anything other then a digital construct tussle. I do not think that these zealots have much augmentation, or else this other one would not be bothering to use vocal communications to coordinate with his late comrade. If you are going to do something, do it quickly! Morgan added to the communications channel.
Morgan quickly moved the body from view and hid it. (note it is just temporarily hidden from direct view along the side line of the shed... a temporary measure.)
Using a vocal unit, Morgan copied the voice he had heard earlier from this zealot, "hey, over here I want you to see this."
Morgan attempted to lure the other one over so Dorcan could get his clear shot. Though if the zealot came face-to-face with him, he would have to deal with him.
Dorcan winced again as the first zealot fell. He's only a Being, he told himself, but somehow it didn't make him feel much better. He fingered the weapon in his pocket as the other zealot came into view before suddenly glancing back as Morgan called out.
At least, Dorcan assumed it was Morgan. Either way, it distracted his opponent and he was going to take full advantage of it. Gritting his teeth, the doberman whipped out the stunner and played the beam over the zealot.
Jexx thought he had died and gone to heavan when he heard Morgan's command. "With utmost pleasure!"
Jexx jumped up from behind the crate, instantly spotting the walking enforcer. "YEE-HAW! SURPRISE, ASSHOLE!" Jexx shouted as he simultaneously let loose a steady stream of hell-red plasma balls at the startled enforcer, hitting and frying him. In five seconds his corpse was just so much crispy barbacue. Literaly.
Looking aroud, Jexx said, "Is that all? Dammit!"
(OOC: What do I see in the shed, Ryudo?)
The other zealot jumped at the noise from inside the station, but kept walking.
"Man, I don't like the look of this. I think we should call the tower for backup." He said as he rounded the corner, and right into Morgan's sights.
Inside the station, the room is pretty bleak, decorated only with crates... except for that big rusted out trap door in the corner.
Bloody hell! thought Dorcan as his victim turned, seemingly oblivious to the attack. I'd expect the stunner to fail on an Enforcer, but a zealot...? They must have a lot more hardware in their skulls than I thought.
He increased the power, determined to try and take them alive. But things were starting to look bleak for that prospect. If it took maximum power to bring them down, they were going to have big problems keeping him under. He was not likely to make a very cooperative prisoner.
The zealot spotted the stunner shot.
"Hah, dampening armor sucker!" The zealot shouted.
The zealot brought his gun to bear.
"Hands u....glkajsgdh!!" The zealot shouted and then hit the ground.
The increased power got through his armor and got him, but good. He lay still on the ground, a few wisps of smoke drifting up from under his armor.
Jexx seemed to have neutralised the remaining opposition, so the doberman dragged his victim into the shed. Working quickly, he disarmed them, pocketing their weapons, ID and anything else that looked handy. If the armour was able to protect him from the sonic, matey was going to have to lose that too.
Dorcan gazed down at the pile of it wistfully - it looked pretty cool, but it wasn't going to fit him, not with his wings and all. Besides, the others wouldn't like it if he turned up at the camp dressed as a zealot.
"How long do these stunners last?" he asked over the comms, as he gently lifted the 'prisoner' with minimal effort. "How long will he be out, I mean?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to chek out this trapdoor over here." Jexx said.
Jexx walked out past the crates, looking around the room. It seemed pretty plain enough, aside from the trapdoor. Walking past the fried corpse, Jexx went to the trapdoor, morphing his left handcannon to a hand as he went. Setting down next to the trapdoor, he fully charged his remaining handcannon, and reached out with his hand, leaning back to avoid any potential "surprises". With both arms fully outstretched, the handcannon pointed at the trapdoor, and his hand on the latch, he threw the trapdoor open...
The zealot started to stir and brought a hand up to his faceplate.
"For the brotherhood... of the... machine." He said.
He touched his faceplate and mumbled something unintelligible, and then suddenly went completely limp. His weapons and armor fizzled as their components fused into worthless scrap.
Underneath the trap door were pipes and cables... lots of pipes and cables that all seemed to go between the tower and somewhere underneath the town.
"Damn it," yelled Dorcan, furious that his pet captive had died. "I thought that was an Enforcer thing!"
Next time, remove the helmet first, he added mentally. It was only later that he wondered how the weapons had melted too, and a curious expression flickered across his features.
"Wa... Wait, didn't she give him her address?" Gerald wondered.
"Yeah, but it could be a fake one." Omega suddenly added in through the van.
"Hm, point. Ok, O. You know what to do! Encript yourself with 'shadow', then look for any references for the number."
"Rodger doger!" She chimed.
"Never say that again..." Gerald sighed, but Omega was already gone.
Morgan was about to strike when Dorcan's weapon finally took effect, "stun guns mate? If I knew you were going to be that daft, I would have told you to up the power... the armor is dampened."
Morgan dragged his own zealot in the shack and witnessed the suicide, "Well isn't that special, remember this... remove helmet first."
Seeing as his was already dead, he removed the helmet, armor and weapons... doing a complete field search of the body for anything of significance. He then made a careful search for the suicide device in the equipment and on the body. Using nanites and a psychic scan, he fully examined the corpse for anything of significance.
OOC: the examination includes weapons, armor and even clothes.
Jexx looked down the trapdoor. Seeing nothing worth shooting, he relaxed his cannon arm.
Then Jexx looked over at Dorcan. "Damn it indeed. I hate it when they do that, too. Now you know what I deal with all the time." And I was hoping to be able to question him as well, thought Jexx.
"I'm going to check where this leads. We'll keep in contact, but don't follow me, though you probably won't want too anyway. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself, I've been doing this kinda thing for two years."
With that, Jexx morphed his left hand back to a handcannon, and jumped down the trapdoor, closing it behind him.
Morgan countermanded Jexx's actions over the comm, negative, we report back and then we will proceed. First we need to know what this is before you go galavanting off trying to be an all-star MVP.
Morgan opened the trap door and focused his rather unused (directly at any rate) power of electrokinesis and touched the cabling, trying to use his psychic sense and the electrical ability to sense what was going over these cables. If they were data, he tried to feed the info to the CTC for analysis.
Multi-tasking, he also fed this video back to Exo and anyone else monitoring the situation from the command camp.
Dorcan looked at Morgan irritably as he chastised him.
"Our mission was a fact-finding mission," he stated, "and asking questions is the best way to learn. That means taking someone alive, which you didn't manage either, I might add, although you did get the armour," he added with a touch of envy.
"'Course, if I still had my powers, I could have trapped his soul..."
As Morgan and Jexx approached the trapdoor, the doberman borrowed one of the gauntlets and the helmet and went outside, placing them upon the ground.
"I give my life in sacrifice for the brotherhood of the machine," he said.
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The helmet would not come off easy, and in fact pulled more than a few wires out of the poor guy's head. Morgan's search would find a hardwired implant at the base of the brain, wrapped around and integrated with the spinal cord, and a similar device in the weapon and armor. Upon closer inspection, it appears that it's activated by a verbal passcode, though touching the helmet seemed to expedite the process somehow, possibly creating a short circuit. Once activated, the device almost literally fries the brain, and quite efficiently shuts down the entire body. During the process, a signal is sent to the device in the weapon and armor which causes their components to fry and fuse, making them pretty much worthless to weapons scavengers. Removing the device in any other way would obviously mean death.
The cables were conduits of electricity, and oddly enough, the electricity was seemingly pulsating through the cables at the same frequency that the electromagnetic field that seems to feed signals to the chips in the people's necks around the town was.
Morgan wrinkled his brow as he considered the situation. He shrugged and concentrated on drawing off a small amount of power so he could add it to his reserves and to provide energy, as he has not eaten a single thing all day.
He sat down and examined the zealot's weapon and tried to channel power into it from the wire leads.
Jexx crouched down in the small tunnel space, and soon after got Morgan's comm. Opening the trapdoor again and poking his head out, he said, "It isn't hard to figure out what this is, if you don't already know. It's a Brotherhood network service tunnel, and I have seen them before, wherever there's a tower, there's a network of these tunnels. Report back, certainly, if all that is required is simply sending a communication with an update to our progress. Other than that, what's the difference between mapping this tunnel now and mapping it later?"
Jexx then quizzically scratched his head."And what the hell is an 'all-star MVP', anyway?"
Dorcan peered down the trapdoor. "If this is a maintenance access for some sort of Brotherhood project, it could potentially lead into a network of tunnels under the entire town," he said. "We could have a long job ahead of us if we decide to explore it."
He began to examine the 'working' suit of armour again. It was messy, but he was still hoping to take it back to camp. If they could clean out the mortal remains of its late occupant, it could make a useful disguise. Pity about the other guy, he thought, still, it was his choice to die. This one wasn't even given the option.
A sudden thought struck him.
"Morgan, do you think we ought to get going? Sooner or later we're going to have more visitors from the tower. And when they find the bodies..."
Morgan nodded to Dorcan's comment, "We need to get moving one way or the other, because the zealots are going to need to report eventually. If anyone heads into these tunnels, they could invariably end up cut off by a Brotherhood patrol. There may be no way out at its destination. It would be wiser to follow the tunnel above ground and locate the endpoint terminus of this junction. Scrag the zealot with the fried equipment, this other one we need to take with us for dissection. I'll create an electromagnetic dampening field to kill any tracers or locating devices on this body or equipment... but after that I'm going to need a seriously big dinner or a really strong power conduit... or we could scrag it too and leave it, I'll leave that one up to group vote."
He shrugged as Jexx queried him about the All-star MVP, "A quip mostly mate, now out of the hole... we need to withdraw."
Situation report transmitted to base. Please respond with further direction, withdrawing back to base.
"If either of you has the sensors to track that service tunnel above ground, please do so... let's take that as the way out of town. Act casually, but don't look like your acting casual."
Dorcan sighed to himself and then went to lock the door. Happy that it would at least defend against casual intruders, he began to reassemble the armour as best he could for ease of carrying.
The Hospital Southwind
Dr Chad Westling. was Charming, smart, warmhearted, and was cute as a Bishie male.. back in medical school, but he was always going out with some bimbo, who never seem to last with him. He and I were study parterns with three other guys. But he never dated anyone in med school. So he never ask me out despite my friendly welcomes of any his advances.
Dr Chad Westling greeted me as if I was a sight of sore eyes, but emergency room was only half full as a normal ER would be in this time in the evening...He remembers Sally and glad to show her around. He was so glad to see me that he took her on a tour and that she had joined the Brotherhood cause. It had it's appeal: No drunk accident victims or drug overdose cases or shooting victims, Oh No, the ER only has a few cubs with the colds or strain ankle, and a man with a broken arm. a labor case with cub near term.
"Is it always this slow?" asks Dr Sally
"Most of the time, expect of a rare twister go in," answers Dr. Chad
"Goddess, why do you need an ER, and I would bored in a week." thinks the Doctor, but she only has to look at her old-friend, to know the cost of these tranquility. The male she adored is only half his old witty self. She didn't need to scan he to know he had a Brotherhood chip..but she checks the children and everyone there. It seem the all of cubs above 5 or 6 had implants. Chad tells her, that these chips were a Brotherhood invention that boosts intelligence and helps the mentally ill. as depression, and ADD, and other diseases. Everyone has benefited from them. "..But you should know that" said Chad.
"Yes yes mine helps me with the data of a host of rare diseases" covers Sally with a fake smile that seems to complicant her old Chad.
"That is good, because we could give one now on the third floor. " said Chad they step out of the elevator onto the third floor and into some major screams of terror. And Dr Sally's hairs stand on end.
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DATA send to the van and main camp...10% of the townspeople show similar rejection as Bab's, but she is the most advanced by a factor of ten. Also Everyone seem to have one who is above the age of five.
"Back!" Omega announced, "The number's legit, so it's not a trap."
"Good." Gerald sighed. "Did you get pinged?" he added.
"Not to my knowledge. They shouldn't know that I was in the network... that is, unless someone was actively scanning every node in the city, but that's impossible..." she said half-laughing.
"With these guys I wouldn't draw those lines." Gerald responded, "They seem to be able to do some things we can't, so what's keeping them from doing that?"
"Hmm... Let's see... The sheer size of cyberspace." She said smugly.
Gerald just sighed Why me? "Listen, you believe what you want, I'll believe what I want... Just don't get too cocky out there."
"Of course not!"
"Good. Now, you," Gerald turned to Josh, "You have a date to get ready for." He smiled.
Jexx sighed and climbed out of the tunnel. "This is ridiculous," He muttered quietly to himself under his breath. He was in his own little world, almost forgetting completely about Dorcan and Morgan, having gotten so used to talking to himself. "What's my revenge count today? One. Just...one. That other one I ambushed this morning doesn't even count, he suicided himself. At least when I was alone, I could really rack up the kills. Maybe it was a mistake to help these rebels...no, I need them. I don't have near enough firepower to get the information I need on my own. Just be cool, Jexx. Be cool. You'll get your due soon enough...yeah, just keep thinking that. Be optimistic. Everything will fall into place..."
Jexx suddenly snapped out of his quiet self-monologue. "So we're buggerin' out already? In that case, this ranks as a big whoopy waste of time in my books." Jexx sighed again.
Jexx walked over to Dorcan and the fried zealot. "Need help with body disposal? Stand back." Jexx said 'stand back' in a way that would make it quite unwise for Dorcan to hesitate...
Josh looked rather put out. "You know im starting to feel bad for the poor girl. Here i am, an older man, asking her out...Wich is a big popularity boost in highschool if i remember correctly. And you had me do this just to get her away from prying eyes so we could go exploreateing in her BRAIN! This is a big mess of poop water if you ask me. Though she is a nice one."
Dorcan concealed an expression of distaste as Jexx vapourised the corpse. The smell would have been terrible, but fortunately he no longer had that ability. He set his mind back to the problem of taking the other body to the camp.
Walking down the street with a dead zealot was probably going to upset the locals, so Dorcan began looking around for a large enough box, sack or tool case to stuff the body into. It was, after all, a storage shed.
To his satisfaction, he soon found a portable generator in a packing crate, which was roughly the right size. Wrestling the generator out, he eased the dead zealot into a foetal position and stuffed him into the box.
"Well, all that could happen to her would be from feedback from the microchip. The EMP is harmless, people can't even tell it happened unless they were using something electronic, which suddenly goes 'Bzzt!'" Gerald said, confedent with the knowlege, "The sort of EMP that would cause a brain to fry would require more energy than we've produced on this planet! So, not much could harm her!" He smiled, "Chances are, she won't notice a thing as her mind slowly allows independent thought and emotion."
"Dr Westling, This is a prohibited area... And you can't be showing off to anyone, especially your girlfriend." commended a old bulldog of a doctor.
"Yes, Dr Collin, but Dr Joywave is here visiting, I am trying to recruit she to the cause, maybe get her to offer the intelligence enhancer in her city or get her to move here. That would be nice, would it?." says Sally's mind chip doped friend.
Sally realizes the if anyone in the whole town still has all their neurons fires, it would be this guy, and very danger sense, she had scream run and run fast. This guys was an elite member of the brotherhood. The otter also notices that her ears were not hearing the screams on floor, but her mind as someone losing control of their souls.
"Yes, we can always use another doctor? Please to meet you doctor" says the evilly smiling Dr Coliin as he come to shake Sally's hand.
"GUYS GUYS MAY Bay May Bay OH HELP help..." cries Sally down the comlink as it is cut off. Her Comlink location is on the 3rd floor of the east wing
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"Holy shit," said Dorcan, his eyes widening as Sally's scream came over the comms. "It sounds like they've got the doctor. What should we do?"
His brow furrowed as the implications hit him. "She has a complete description of all of us and she knows where Jackson's current hideout is, so we need to relay the fact that she's been captured back to base ASAP, assuming the camp are not already aware.
In addition, if they find her microcomms gear, they'll be able to eavesdrop on us and even compromise the encryption system we're using."
At the hospital...
At her little outburst, a zealot seemed to come out of nowhere and grab the comlink right off of her body. Dr. Collin got up and pointed at her.
"Who do you work for!?" He suddenly shouted.
The zealot grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back and slapped on some handcuffs. Her friend looked more disappointed than surprised.
At the shed...
Also on the armor was a traditional radio, but it would have been operated in a very untraditional way, in a similar way that the armor was activated, so there was no speak button on the device. The radio on the armor that hadn't been slagged suddenly came to life.
"Inspection team, report....... Inspection team report!" It said.
There was a silent moment.
"Control, we've lost the inspection team. Send out a recon team." It said.
"Roger." Another voice came over the radio.
Dorcan looked at the crate now containing the zealot. It must be uncomfortable in there, he thought absurdly.
"If there is any question of rescuing the doctor, matey here is going to slow us down. Would it be an idea for me to run him back to camp?" he asked. Suddenly his eyes bugged as the dead zealot answered him.
"What did you say?" he asked, kneeling by the corpse.
"...trol, we've lost the inspection team. Send out a recon team." said a tiny voice.
"Oh dear," he said calmly, standing up and closing the lid on the zealot's box like a coffin. "I think they've just realised he's dead."
Jexx's eyes widened as he heard all the goings on. "Ok, now things are getting interesting. Dangerous and quite problematic, but interesting. I think it's safe to say that the majority of our cover is blown. The time for subtlety has passed. Currently, our first, highest, most important, and immediately urget priority is rescue Doctor Sally."
Jexx tuned his microcomm. "Gerald, Josh, I'm going to assume you heard that, ad you should still be the closest, so get to Sally's location PRONTO. If you can't rescue her outright, then do everything in your power to keep her from being moved, at least until Morgan and I get there to toss around heavier fire support." Jexx then paused for a moment. "Josh, you told us all that you're a mage. Now would be a good time to show us what you can do; throw some boulders, lightning bolts, fireballs, blasting magic, anything."
"Morgan, you seem to be pretty good at reporting, no need to say anything about that."
Jexx turned to Dorcan. "That does sound like the best idea, as you probably would be more of a hinderance than a help in pitched combat. No offence."
"We can't waste any time, now let's GO!" Jexx said as he headed for the door of the shed.
OOC: darn it Ryudo, didn't even give me a chance to try my psychic electronic manipulation/control... I wanted to do a bit of comic relief with an old classic Han Solo line...
Morgan tried to grab the radio unit, but alas it was too late. He would of tried something, but the call from doctor Sally, brought his attention to full.
"What is this, a bloody movie? Frag it all, that's bolluxed it... leave the corpse. You all should not split up for anything, none of you are capable of independent operation. That is what has caused this problem." Morgan listened to Jexx try to order everyone around like he knew what he was doing and shook his head, "You show some promise, but you are far too reckless to ever be a leader."
Morgan isolated, or at least tried to isolate Sally's comm by revoking its ID on the network. He encrypted the transmission and revoked Sally's key.
Josh, disregard the order to employ magic... if you start throwing that around, they are liable to think Sally is in league with it and then we will definitely never see her again. Josh... and... wait, who is Gerald... nevermind, someone pull the fire alarm in the hospital and take out the landlines (phones, usually a junction near the backup generators). Then someone meet us at the loading dock/utility entrance near the rear. Watch all exits, but do not engage without support.
Morgan cursed all his luck, "Amateurs, all amateurs! Let's move people, you better be fast Dorcan."
Morgan reached the door of the shed and peered out, no Zealots as of yet.
"We have no time for fighting zealots, follow me, I've been wandering around this town for awhile and I know a few routes to avoid crossing their path."
Morgan dashed for an alleyway, too fast and too silent for most to track, he reached the intended spot and motioned everyone to follow.
"Ok G, you heard the man we need to make sure noone gets in or out untill we have back up." Josh thrust a blaster into Gerald's hands. "That's just in case now follow my lead." Josh grabbed an Ion blaster and some long pieces of whatever he could find that might hold a door closed. He kicked the back doors of the van open. and took a shot at the nearest point of connection for the phone lines. He then used the Ion rifle to eliminate all of the sat dishes on the roof. After that he took the long pieces of hard material and started putting them through ground level door handles. "And well talk more about my 'date' later!"
Dorcan rolled his eyes as Jexx tried to take charge only to be countermanded by Morgan... it was almost like a comedy duo. If the situation wasn't so perilous it would have been fun to watch.
He cursed as Morgan told him to leave the armour behind. 'Cubi love shiny things, and he was extremely reluctant to do so.
He took just a second or so to try and quickly seal the crate as best he could in the fleeting time available. With luck, the recon squad would think it still contained the generator - maybe he could recover the armour later. This done, he fled the hut as swiftly and quietly as he could. For a moment he thought he'd lost Morgan, but switching one eye to high-gain infrared gave him the vital clue he needed and he soon caught up.
Jexx managed to get to a roof as Morgan and Dorcan ran out of the shed. Jexx began going alongside them toward Sally's location. Things were going far too fast for Jexx to even think about being ticked off by Morgan's idea that Jexx tries to be 'leader', with Morgan never realizing that there is no such thing as a true 'leader' in hodge-podge, mostly unplanned operations like this, the kind that Jexx was excellent at. In almost every skirmish Jexx had gotten into with the Brotherhood, they had superior quantity of fighters, but Jexx had combat quality in spades. They hadn't managed to take him down yet.
He was, however, rather amused when Morgan began cursing 'amatures'. He rolled his eyes, even though he was far out of sight. "Oh, will you give it a freaking rest already? This ain't your Ivy-League high-class military here, we're just a ragtag band of random rebels! Stop expecting everyone to be as 'enlightened' as you are, because, belive it or not, your elitist attitude gets a little annoying!"
Mentaly, however, Jexx thought, Man, I actually feel sorry for the guy. It must be hard for him, being out of what I assume was his 'comfort zone' of operating. For a military man, he's quite naive to think the rest of the world's as cut-and-dry as he is. Poor guy. Totally out of his element. Jexx then internally smiled. I, on the other hand, am perfectly within my element. Oftentimes, situations just call for wingin' it, and that hasn't let me down yet. On the other hand, it might not work out so well for the otheerr...OH CRAP. ALLY IN TROUBLE, REMEMBER? STAY FOCUSED, JEXX. Hmm. never thought I'd think that way before. 'Ally'. such a strange word to me-FOCUS, DAMMIT. FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS.
Jexx continued at a breakneck pace over the rooftops.
"Oh don't get me wrong, I mean amateur in the most insulting way possible, as it is the most diplomatic word I can use for some of you. No I don't expect you to have any possible military skill or a tactical mind, but common sense is something most possess. Unlike you, I know I have limitations. I do not walk into a hospital and try my hand at brain surgery... doctors should not try and be intelligence agents."
Children never learn, but eventually his naive attitude will carry him into a situation he can't cope with. He has lived on luck for these many years, and Morgan swore an oath in his head to not be there when it gives out.
Josh heard Jexx on the comms. Jexx incase you've forgotten even in the rebelion there is a chain of command! or do you fancy yourself a better leader than Jackson?" Josh seemed like he was in over his head wich was true. He was dealing with weapons he didn't know about, in a situation he had never been in, with people he hardly knew and to top it off everyone was trying to be a hero. At leash Josh knew his place enough to take orders and work within the parameters he'd been givin.
Jexx smacked his forehead in frustration when he heard Josh (and instantly regretted it, his hand being made of currently solidified nanometal). "Chain of command in the rebellion, yes. Chain of command within us? I don't think so, not at the moment. And I never said anything about me being a leader, I just speak the first things that come to my mind. Persistant habit, forgive me, deal with it."
"How about you deal with your disobedient tendencies! Unless I missed my guess Exo is team leader, and morgan knows a HELL of a lot more about the situation in the city than any of us at the moment. He's the one who is useing planning and thought insted of whim and gut instince so for the good of the mission check your pride and listen to some one who knows better for a change!" Josh didn't like stirring up trouble but he always stood his ground when someone needed a good talking to.
Sally cries out the rough treatment, she trys to calm herself. Her pain may trigger her healing powers, and this close to a zealot. He will likely detect her magic.
The comlink lands across the room and re-actives feeding the sight and noise of one zealot and the cyber Bulldog doctor as they capture and question the good doctor.
Chad stands confused but thinks that Dr Collins must have a good reason to be rough with Sally. Still, he asks "But Dr Collins, She has an implant and she is on our side. You could just ask her for the information you need?"
"Grrrr Chad be quiet" yells Sally.
"Her Implant!? .... oh her implant and yes..." laughs the bulldog..."Take her to OR 2" the brotherhood doctor orders to the zealot.
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Josh's heart stopped for a split second. "Permission to enter?! or at least F*** things up so they can't hurt sally till you get here?" Josh said franticly over the comms to Morgan.
Morgan cursed out loud and switched to the comm channel, Why haven't you triggered the fire alarms? That will buy us the precious few minutes to rendezvous and then strike with... he gazed at the form of Jexx on the roof tops and sighed woefully, precision and restraint, we still have a mandate to not incur any casualties among the citizens.
Morgan decided now would be a good time to put a little distance between himself and the others, so he took point. Reaching the corner of the local movie theater, he paused and regarded the tower. They were now far off the approach to the front entrance to it and therefore away from the recon patrol's approach path.
The street he stood before was a straight shot to the hospital, both a blessing and a curse. It was too open, but he dashed along it anyways. He took stock of his situation... "one gun, a few clips of ammo. I suppose I can pick up a truck and use it as a weapon... if I need to. Plus hospitals are full of fun stuff to fight with."
"Damnit you're right I forgot. My bad. " Josh slipped in the front doors to rectify the situation. Slamming the fire alarm down had an affect Josh didn't take into consideration. A wave of people came flooding the lobby. As they funneled through the only open door Josh was essentally trapped in the lobby till the flow of bodies lessened. "I'm trapped in here till most of these guys can get out. Should I try to see if there is anything i can do to help Sally?"
Dorcan stood at the corner and crouched, pretending to tie his shoelaces in case their actions were being caught on CCTV, which seemed likely. In reality he was waiting for the all-clear from Morgan.
The zealot holding Sally stopped as the fire alarm went off. He looked over at the bulldog questioningly.
"It could be a fake, but we don't have a choice. Just take her to your tower and fix the chip there." He said.
He glared over at the other doctor and then grabbed his arm and made for the emergency exit, leaving Sally with the zealot.
Morgan waved his hand, trying his best to use a generic "come over here" gesture to Dorcan. He headed towards the rear of the hospital, he smiled to himself as he saw people begin to file out in an orderly fire drill fashion and form little groups in the parking lot.
Morgan spoke over the local comm channel, "We have a limited amount of time with a place like this... people as they are... the fire department will be punctual."
Morgan switched over to the main comm, Josh, observe only. Do not take action unless they appear to be about to terminate the doctor's life. Hopefully with the fire alarm, it will force them to evacuate the building and we can catch them as they exit.
"Do you think we should split up?" Dorcan asked over the comms as he strolled in the rough direction of Morgan. "We don't know which exit they're likely to use. For all we know he could even take her into that tunnel."
"I'll try to find her on the net, I'll piggyback the microchip's signal 'till I get to her, her brainwave pattern's much more stable than anyone else's." Omega announced in a panic.
"No! Omega, don't!" Gerald nearly yelled, but she already left to do so, "This can only end badly..." Gerald mumbled under his breath, "...But if she does, she might be able to suppress the effect enough to trick the Brotherhood." He informed Josh, "Now all we can do is wait..." He sighed, raising his gun to the door, ready to fire.
Josh bolted up the stairs pushing people out of his way. damn fire escape policy! shouldnt there be a fire escape or something!? He rounded the corner on the second floor. "These people are slowing me down but im pretty sure i can get to them fast enough to tail them if they try to ru-- OOF!" Josh caught an elbow to the stomac and landed on his tail three steps back on the second floor. "Ok now these people are just playin dirty." He said as he bagan his next charge.
Being close to any of the Brotherhood's Zealots, makes Sally physically ill, but this is first time she was ever held by one. The ill feelings, which she was reading off this guy, was almost enough to make her faint.
Still, as Sally and Zealot watch the evil Doc grab Chad and run for the exit, she knows she can't hesitate. She pulls a paw free and slip it in under his hemlet. Just a touch his skin or cloth, Her power rushes to heal the zealot of his nerves around hius Bio-interfaces and repair is his spiral cord. The zealot lights up like a Christmas tree as cyber arms, legs and other part control are fried from the firing of neurons along his bio-interfaces. Zealot's cyber parts shutdown and he falls to ground.
Sally is barely stand up after her burst of power, and falls to her knees as she sees down the hallway Dr Collins dragging Chad still. Dr Collins looks back with a snarl as he goes down the fire stairwell
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Josh runs up the stairs to the third floor. Sally comes into view. "Doc! you ok?!"
Jexx was on a rooftop of a building adjacent to to hospital Sally was in, and Jexx was getting very impatient. "Will someone please tell me what's going on in there?!?"
In his Comm Josh saif hastily. "Calm down no one does right now and brash actions won't help the confusion. I'm going to talk to sally and find out."
Josh finds the Doctor lying on the floor, she looks thinner with her clothes looser or maybe she found better fitting ones here.
"No No not Chad I got get..*OHopha*...Josh Where is that bulldog Doctor? Did You see him.? He has got Chad..Call the others Call Gerald to look for the Buldog.. He is in with the civilains for the fire drill. You saw him on the comlink. Oh goddess, my comlink is over there somewhere. Josh, you need to go get it, the brotherhood must not get it. You comlink will tell you where it is..Get it before a zealot squad gets here." regently pleads Sally. and then her head falls back to the floor. She is still awake, breathing heavily. Still, she looks like she is not going anywhere under she own power.
The Zealot on the ground by the Doc, is out but more blinking lights on his battlesuit are coming on.
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At the tower...
Somewhere inside the tower, a zealot sits in front of several monitors. He picks up a radio and starts talking into it.
"Recon team, head to station PC-03 and check out the situation. Report any anomalies." He said.
A garbled "roger" came back over the radio. A red light flashed on the screen. He tapped away at a keyboard.
"Sir. Fire alarm detected at the hospital. Orders?" He said.
An enforcer stepped up behind him.
"The Northon FD will handle it, but send a squad there to check it out, just to be on the safe side. A lot of wierd things have been happening lately. I want to know who is causing all this trouble." The enforcer said in his monotone voice.
"Yessir." The zealot said, and then got on the radio to relay the orders.
The main doors open and a two squads of zealots exit, one heading to the shed, and the other heading to the hospital.
At the hospital...
Arcs of electricity began to jump from parts of the zealot's armor to other areas of his body. The zealot suddenly started twitching, and then suddenly arched his back and let out a painful scream. The smell of burning flesh began to emanate from his body as he writhed in obvious agony. After a few moments, he stopped moving, but he was still breathing. After a brief silence, he picked himself up, and stumbled away, having forgotten about Sally for the moment.
Morgan shook his head, "No splitting up, this isn't a bloody mother's meeting. What will you do Dorcan if you run into zealots? Stun them, so they can wake up in a few minutes and attack us from behind? No, you watch this back door. Jexx, since you are up on that building... why not watch the approaches to and from the tower. If they decide to take Sally to the tower, you can spot them from up there and if a team is dispatched to this location, you should see them approach. Use whatever judgment you possess to determine if you need to engage them or order a pullout."
Josh, situation report please. We are at the back entrance to the hospital. There is a small window of opportunity until someone arrives due to the fire alarm. I'm heading up to the location of where I still register Sally's comm signal. Let me know if I need to divert to converge on an enemy.
Morgan entered the rear entrance and immediately noticed a security guard, slipping behind him, he made a quick strike to the fellow's neck and rendered him unconscious. He relieved the guard of his side arm, which was expertly maintained, but obviously never used, even in practice. He also took the stun gun.
Morgan spied a coat rack and noticed a white lab coat. Quickly he slipped it off the notch and donned it, grabbing a clip board off a desk. The pocket held a pair of glasses, which he also donned. He was forced to adjust his vision slightly. Morgan ascended the stairs, heading for level three. Between the third and second levels, a pair of doctors descended, one, a bulldog, dragging the other behind him. Morgan made an effort to try and not be noticed, trying to obscure his face with the clipboard.
Jexx was quite surpised when he heard Morgan's communication to him. He explained why; "That's weird, I was thinking almost exactly the same thing. Guess we finally agreed on something, hah?"
Jexx look toward the Tower then to the hospital. There was a street leading to the hospital that was closley parallel to the Tower. The Brotherhood men would have no reason to not take the direct rout. Jexx quickly hopped several buildings, settling into a crouched and hidden sentry psition on a buildig on the street the Brotherhood would be coming down.
Jexx stayed low and waited...
"In effect we have already split up," Dorcan pointed out, entering the back door to avoid looking suspicious from the street.
"Also, the ruckus inside is liable to bring Zealots to us anyway if they have this town locked down as tight as we think they have. You're the boss, though..." he added.
Plan for the worst, he thought. That way you'll never be disappointed.
"Gerald! A mean looking bull dog is headed your way with a doctor in tow. Make sure he does NOT leave here with him! Things arn't good up here Morgan. A zealot was stunned by Sally he's dazed but im not sure for how long. I'm going to get Sally out of here if you get here fast enough the zealot needs delt with and Sally's comm unit needs found before they get a hold of it." Josh grunted as he picked up Sally. "Maybe I shouldn't have cut out on gym class. Morgan can i get an ETA?"
Jexx listend to Josh's comm. It seems things were indeed bad, but not as bad as Jexx was prepared for. Then Jexx caught a glimpse of several red robes down the road.
"Oh shit!" Jexx cursed under his breath. "Things might be about to get worse. I got Brotherhood goons incoming down the main road. Our 'midnight' escapade didn't go unnoticed."
Jexx kept low and counted them in a whisper. "Two, three, four...six. I count six zealots*.
As the group walked, they split up, three zealots* heading off in the direction of the shed, the other three* keeping toward the hospital.
"Morgan, three of them* headed off for the shed, the others are still going for the hospital. As you heard, Josh is to busy extracting Sally to deal with them if they get there, and Gerald is apparently about to have his hands full too. If you're already there, you can probably pick them off easy, but I'm asking for your-" Jexx's voice caught in his throat, the next word he was going to say was not one he'd used before. "-permission...to deal with them personally."
*(OOC: Ryudo, you said three zealots to a squad OOC and IC two were deployed, one going for the shed and the other going for the hospital. The * are marks for edits taking into account enforcers and direction, if any, pending your note OOC.)
"Jexx wich entrence should I leave through then? I don't want to get Sally caught in an accidential battle."
"Josh, I'm on the rear exit," Dorcan piped up. He was listening in on all the open channels he could, trying to establish where everyone was and what was happening.
"Everything's quiet here so far. As for Sally's comms unit, I believe Morgan has deactivated it remotely. It might be an idea to retrieve it if you get the chance, but I don't think it will give much away if it does fall into the wrong hands."
After a few tries to get to her feet, Sally falls back unconscious.
Exo grumbles something foul sounding as it shakes off it's screensaver. "Permission granted, but do not fire unless you have a clear shot. Focus on the ones heading towards the Hospital first, do not let them see you. Keep the kills as clean as possible, the last thing we need is a fiasco over damaged property."
[We're all doomed.] it pondered for a moment, then got back to the comms. "Confirm on remote deactivation - Communication channel status states that the Doctor's communications unit has had it's access revoked. Unit will attempt to recontact control and update. Do not lead the Brotherhood back to basecamp. Terminating communications."
It flicks back to the secure channel and opens up again.
"Field Unit Echo Four Nineteen to Control, Code Beta Priority Alert, Location: Northon. Respond ASAP."
Everybody settle down. I am heading up the main stairs, almost to your location now... I think I just passed that doctor. I'll deal with them before they exit, that way this Gerald person does not have to be seen by everyone outside assaulting one of the staff. We need a vehicle brought around back, I hope you guys came here in something, otherwise, Gerald, steal us a ride please. Josh, you are going to have to carry Sally if she is not capable of moving on her own. Grab her, her comm and start heading down the stairs. Those zealots will approach from the front door, we will leave by the back and head the opposite way. Jexx, there is no need to engage those zealots at this time, standby and observe, but as Exo has said... if necessary, keep it clean. Dorcan, keep the rear entrance clear.
Morgan produced the stun gun from the security guard downstairs, he maxed out the settings and shot the bulldog in the back. Despite the settings the Dr. Collins casts off Chad and turns to face his attacker, just in time to receive a knockout blow to his neck.
"How did this bloke shrug this stunner off? Alright lad, time to go... oops, he caught some stun. Oh well, it's better this way." Morgan switched to the comms, hustle up lads.
Hefting Chad, he waited to rendevou with Josh and Sally. A realization came to him as he stared full on at a security camera. "Blast it all."
Morgan kneeled down and sent out a signal wirelessly, but the effort only made him dizzy, cursing into the comm channel Morgan queried the group, Flaming, bloody hell... can someone hack the security in this hospital and blank the security logs, I'm having trouble at the moment... low resources after a full day of field operations. Beyond that was more then they needed to know.
Morgan waited for Josh.
OOC: The doctors` names were used for clarity, but Morgan does not know them.
At the van...
The radio comes to life.
"This is control four nineteen. Channel secure. Go ahead." The voice from the radio announced.
At the hopital...
The camera did indeed catch sight of the bulldog getting hit with the stun gun, and there was a monitor at the security station displaying it. But with all the confusion from the fire drill, the station was unmanned at the moment.
The stunned zealot steadied himself against the wall, and spoke into his radio.
"Control... ugh... hospital. Magic user alert. Need backup." He said, and the collapsed.
Outside of the hospital, the zealot squad was making it's way to the crowd gathering outside the hospital. They located the administrator. The administrator was a stuffy looking grey mouse.
"What's going on here?" One of the zealots asked.
"Just a fire drill sir." The administrator replied. "Security is currently checking out whether or not it's a real fire or not."
At that moment, the Northon FD showed up in their large red trucks, sirens wailing and horns blasting. People moved like parting waves to let the truck pass. Firefighters poured out of the trucks and started advancing to the hospital. And not a moment sooner, several Northon PD units arrived, and police officers came out for crowd control.
"Dang I was hopeing I wouldn't have to be the one to go searcing for the frackin thing! Easy does it." Josh sat sally down and propped her up useing one of the beds as he looked for her comm unit. after he found it he shoved it into one of the good doctor's pockets and picked her back up. "Comeing morgan...infact i can see you! hullo!" Josh did a little wave with his free hand. "Sorry I couldn't help myself." Josh said not useing the comm. "Shall we get our wanted asses out of here then?"
Morgan heard the arrival of fire and police units, Frig, looks like we will be needing a real fire now...
He waved to Josh, "One second mate."
Swallowing hard, Morgan reached up and grabbed the camera and jammed a paperclip into a light socket. Using his electrokinesis, he channeled it into the dataline and worked feverishly to force it into the front reception output. He was quite able to do so. The PCs overloaded, the LCDs melted and all caught on fire. The fire rapidly spread to the papers and wooden furniture, the fire department was greeted by smoke and electrical fire. The surge down the line had the benefit of blowing the security cameras.
Morgan slumped against the wall and sat for a second, he paused until he stopped shaking from the electrical surge, he spoke into the comm, I apologize for that, but I needed a diversion, I take full responsibility obviously. Quickly now, we need to move.
"Okay, let's go."
He stood after the electrical rush and vertigo passed and scooped up Chad, and grabbed Dr. Collins by the collar of his shirt and lab coat and headed out, hopefully with Josh in tow.
Jexx was steadily cursing under his breath over and over nonstop at the rapidly deteriorating situation. Jexx didn't get the chance to fill his need for the deaths of some Brotherhood bastards, and the officials had showed up, already beginning to enter the hospital.
"Guys, the officials are here, and are in the building. You are out of time. Get. Out. NOW!"
The sprinkler system came on. Dorcan didn't mind this as he was IP-68 compliant. Even the access port in his skull was an optical link rather than an electrical one.
"I dunno what you just did," he said, "but they might wonder why that didn't happen when the alarm went off in the first place."
Jexx' voice rang in his ears. "Jexx, which entrance are they using?" He asked urgently.
He still had the stunner in his hand, set to maximum as before. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
"The front, you idiot! The front!"
Jexx didn't really mean the remark, but one couldn't blame him, he had never been in a situation even remotely like the current one before, so nervous and uptight that he wanted to rip his own hair out that moment. Here he had, for the first time in his life, people that he had vested interest in, even cared about, inside a building with non-allies already inside, and Jexx was powerless to do anything about it without blowing the whole thing. He felt helpless.
As Josh huffed and puffed under sally to get her safely down the stairs he couldn't help but remark quietly to Morgan. "Almost makes ya wish the elevateor worked during fires huh?" then his vision drifted to a body bag. "Hay Morgan? You ever go down the stairs in a sleeping bag as a kid?"
The sprinkler system only made the fire get worse as water conducts electricity. The fire system of the hospital was not equipped to handle electrical fires because all power lines are properly installed, shielded and maintained with multiple redundancies. This kind of fire should not occur under normal situations.
Morgan was struggling under the weight of two people, he was dizzy and working off of reserve strength. He had not eaten in 12 hours and had taxed his powers to the limits, he shook his head which made him falter slightly.
"No mate, my childhood was... not much fun." Morgan thought back and remembered those days, filled with training, discipline and duty. A tool of the military since birth, he had no pleasurable memories. "Now is not the time though, just a little further."
They reached the bottom floor only to find the front area a raging electrical fire, being spread by the water. He could see a zealot talking to one of the firemen through those flames.
"Cripes, I did not want this to happen. Out the back Josh, come on Dorcan... grab that security guard I knocked out." Morgan burst out the back and dropped Dr. Collins a good distance away from the building. He kept carrying Chad however.
Let's get out of here people.
"Very well," said Dorcan, dutifully picking up his charge, yet somehow managing to keep pace with Morgan effortlessly.
"What do you propose we do with him? Are we just dumping him in an alleyway somewhere, or taking him captive? I'm not sure we ever got a subject to test destroying the chip on."
"Well, I suppose this guy I have will work. I heard over the channel that the other guy, the bulldog, was not to be allowed to take this guy out of the building. I figured I'd take him with us. Keep the guard too. I hope we have a vehicle, because I'm getting kind of tired of all this running."
Morgan was tired, but he would keep going if necessary until he collapsed if he had too.
"Over here!" Josh said loading Sally into the van "Get some rest we'll have you back at camp soon." He said to Sally. "Morgan i suggest you drive. I don't have any experence with cars, and I don't want to be the one to bring the brotherhood to our front door."
Jexx continued to watch the activity outside of the hospital. The others got out to the van just in the nick of time before the firefighters started blasting the inside of the hospital with chemical extinguishers. The relativly small blaze started to die down, but before it was gone completely, the three zealots moved in.
"Guys, get going. I'll follow behind you and watch your back, keeping the Brotherhood bastards from following you."
Jexx started running low on the roof, hopping to the next one quickly, and going until he caught sight of their van.
(OOC: Is Gerald already in the van? If so, then Morgan is abut to see him for the first time. Just thought I'd bring that up.)
Morgan shrugged and nodded... he put Chad down and took the driver's seat. He gave time for everyone else to pile in and gave Gerald a double take, but said nothing as everyone else was seemingly okay with his presence.
"Okay drive casual... but don't look like I'm driving casual."
Hopefully without drawing too much attention he pulled away from the hospital and headed down a side street and immediately turned a corner to be out of view of the lower floor of the building.
"Can someone access their security logs before they cut power and make sure to erase the last day, just to be sure. The fire might scrap it all, but it might not."
He continued on, mindful of anyone following, his route took him the opposite direction from base camp and he took a scenic route several miles long... enough to notice a tail (besides the ones on the furry types).
With all the activity going on at the hospital, their escape would go unnoticed, especially once the media arrived.
"This is channel 3 news, and we are here at the Northon Hospital where a fire has broken out... oh the Brotherhood is already here, let's see if I can get an interview. Sir, sir!" The reporter shouted over the other people in the area as he headed towards a zealot. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"Just an electrical fire. We're still investigating the cause." The zealot said and then walked away.
"Stay tuned to channel 3 for further updates." The reporter said.
(OOC: Don't forget that Rebel Control is still waiting for Exo to report)
Dorcan looked at Morgan with concern. He turned to glance at the others.
"Who else can drive one of these things? I think Morgan needs a rest."
"Dun worry mate, I'll be fine."
Morgan wandered about the roads casually for a bit before pulling back out to the main road they originally entered the town from and approached base camp. Morgan almost sideswiped a tree on the way in, but he managed to make that mistake look classy somehow.
He slipped the van into a safe spot and staggered out of the seat, stretching. Unceremoniously he walked off and raided the provisions van, consuming 50% of the jerked meat supply before wandering back.
"If someone would be so kind as to deliver the status report to Exo, I need a nap. Use the comm if you need me."
Morgan disappears up a tree somewhere.
"1.....2.....3.....Not it!" Josh said unloading the still relitively heavy Sally out of the van.
Grr... aoh moan I have been drop and bounce around enough... Ow ow, Can I get to rest a minute I maybe able to run under my ow power... Wheree are we? anyway?" says a sleepy and grumbling doctor. She pushes Josh but not with a lot of force, and trys to sit down in the van's seat with her legs out. and is a sleep again.
PBH
Several minutes after the van pulled back into the camp, there was a scuffling noise at the edge. But, it was only Jexx, stumbling in, out of breath, and wearing quite a foul look on his face.
"Who was driving the damn van?" He mumbled in a dark voice. "I gots a few choice words for the asshat, he forgot to stop for me once he left the town on that several-mile wandering drive in the woods. You guys were all sitting in nice cushy comfort in the van, enjoying the view, but me? Noooo, I had to high-tail it and run my skinny ass off to keep up with you, and for what? So you could drive right back into town, through it, and straight to camp. Turns out you guys didn't even have anything following you, so I was going on the marathon of the century for nothing. Bastards."
Jexx skipped over all the cooked food, instead hunting through the supply crates for a small chunk of raw meat and several packets of freeze-dried edibles.
(OOC: Jexx doesn't expect anyone to actually respond to his small rant)
"Cool it dude. I've been letting the small crap slide but It's getting Way too colse to the fan for my comfort. You could have stayed in town till we looped around. Even I'm smart enought to do that." Josh was in no mood for jokes or fun. He was actually visably tired from the fiasco, but he went on to do some much needed tidying up around the camp.
"Spare a thought for the less fortunate, Jexx," said Dorcan. Now that the mission was over - that part of it, at least - the excitement was wearing off and he was starting to become broody.
"We have just set fire to a hospital," he continued. "We may very well have killed dozens of people... if not directly from the smoke and flames, then because they had to be moved out of intensive care. Was what we have achieved worth the bloody price we may have paid for it?"
Jexx heard what Dorcan said as Jexx was rummaging around for his food. Eventually, Jexx did find what he was looking for: several packets of freeze-dried stuff and a small hunk of raw meat. He tore open the packets and devoured the stuff quickly. Then, he took the meat, set it on the ground, stood back, and gave it one good blast with a handcannon. The plasma-cooked meat that resulted looked completely inedible, being completely pitch-black and looking cruncy-solid, but Jexx picked it up and voraciously devoured it. The tase of plasma on the meat probably would have had someone else spewing their guts, but it was an acquired taste for Jexx.
When he was done, he looked back and regarded Dorcan. To be honest, Jexx never thought too much of others before. When you live every moment of your life in constant fear that the Brotherhood will somehow impossibly find you, despite everything you do to remain undetected, you quickly learn the law of survival: Look out for number one. Jexx even had killed innocents in the past, but only because he had no other choice. He didn't feel that was neccessary to actually bring up, though.
So all Jexx said was, "I didn't start that fire. Hell, I didn't even get a chance to kill anyone tonight, except for that one enforcer at the shed. That's extreamly disappointing, to me. And I don't think we even accomplished anything tonight. What did we? We rescued one ally who nearly got herself dragged off to the Tower, we killed three goons guarding a shed, and we captured someone. That's nothing. This whole night wasn't worth it, if you ask me."
"We established the means by which the Brotherhood are controlling people," Dorcan said.
"Now we have a captive we can see if it's possible to reverse that. We almost captured an entire suit of Brotherhood armour. We might still be able to retrieve that.
"But if people have died as a result of the hospital fire - and if people die in the near future because there is nowhere for them to get medical treatment - the Brotherhood is going to blame it on us. And rightly so." He sighed.
"And now I think I need some rest," he added, taking off the cap and backpack. It was a blessed relief.
The fox tree'd himself. Morgan found himself a large, wide branch to settle on, he normally did this on field missions in his day, a habit that Kat had taught him. He also wanted to be away from everyone, with his mental endurance taxed due to the over extension of his usage of powers, the unrestrained waves of thoughts and emotions of the others' undisciplined minds was overwhelming.
Morgan nearly pitched head first off the branch as the emotional torrent hit and a severe bout of vertigo caused his world to spin. He collapsed against the tree and slid to a sitting position. Using the techniques of meditation, he focused what little amount of mental energy he had left into screening out the noise.
"Damn them, projecting emotions and thoughts like tidal waves on calm seas... only Sally is restrained..."
He could only screen out so much, the rest applied hammers to his skull. Curling into a whimpering ball, grasping his head in a vain attempt to keep the emotions and thoughts of others in check and to cope with his splitting headache, Morgan drifted off to a troubled sleep.
Hey hey Guys, Jexx, First Off, I would have been fine, if Chad wasn't there. I should have listen to my gut, I would have been caught, but we needed a test subject. Now, I will check on Chad and our "guest" from the brotherhood.
Sally scans and touchs Chad, checking to see anything wrong beyond the chip. She finds a blow to the head which knock him out, but also some drugs of unknown type. Recently added to his system. She isolates the most of drugs out of his blood stream and into his kidneys. Stops the bleeding from the head trama.
Next to the Zealot, she checks to see if he is a llive, and what could be done to restore sanity or at least freewill. Alert monitors are place on each patient.
"What have we found out about the transmitter?" Asks Sally "We may have to wait for the patients to wake before we try anything on them."
PBH
Josh diggs out one of the untraceable dispseable cell phones. "If you all don't mind I have a date to set up." Josh gave everyone a cheeky grin and started dialing Babs' number.
Dorcan strode over to Sally. He had been intending to rest, but her comments intrigued him. He didn't need to sleep anyway, but it was fun to be able to dream again, and he wanted to try and maintain the illusion that he was flesh.
"We didn't find out much about the transmitter, I'm afraid," he said. "The shed was concealing an access tunnel for cabling of some kind, though. My guess is that there are a number of transmitters for redundancy, and that the cables are part of the feed."
He glanced down at the captives.
"Do we really want to have them conscious for our... experiments?" he asked Sally.
"If it goes wrong it might be kinder for them to die in their sleep. Besides which the guard might struggle, especially if we start pointing an EMP projector at his neck.
Dorcan looked around. "You know, I have a strange feeling there's something we've forgotten," he said slowly. "Are we all here?"
At the shed...
The zealot squad approaches the building with weapons drawn. One opens the door and another goes in, gun taking point. Seeing that there was no one around, he signaled to his comrades.
"All clear. Man, looks like someone went a little nuts in here." One zealot said.
They started a sweep of the room.
"Hey, look at this!" One shouted from near the container that held a zealot body.
The others went to see.
"Damn. Looks like they wanted us to find him. Bastards, whoever they were." One of the others said.
"Who do you think did it? Rebellion?" The first asked.
"Who knows. This ain't their MO, but I wouldn't put it past them." The other replied. "Alright, lets get this place cleaned up. Search the tunnel too. I don't want any surprises left here."
The others saluted him and went to work.
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Babs picked up the phone once it rang.
"Hello?" She asked and not remembering Josh's voice she asks "I'm sorry, who are you again?"
"It's Josh you know....the guy from Lenny's...I was babbeling like an idiot...the wolf." Josh sat down on a large rock and traces runic images on it with a smaller rock.
"We have a... situation on our hands. It appears the away team have returned with subjects to experiment on, regarding the nature of the control. Preliminary examination indicates the method of control is propoganda or other subliminal messaging, pumped directly into the brain through means of a small chip attached to the back of the neck. Needless to say there is no doubt as to the legality of the Brotherhood's project, given the Etherume Act, but evidence is required to fully prove the source of control is the messaging. Thus, the control appears to be indirect - the civilians do not follow strict commands from the Brotherhood, unless the transmissions were altered. However, given sufficiently accurate imagery and strong impulsion, they could be commanded to attack - even kill - on sight." it raises it's voice for those outside to hear. "Suggestion is to avoid all facial recognition equipment within the town and CCTV systems." it then lowers it's voice again. "Will resume communication once confirmation is achieved. Echo Four Nineteen out."
The radio comes back to life.
"Roger that four nineteen. Stand by for further orders." The voice said.
There was a long moment of silence.
"Detain captured subjects and await arrival of support team which has just been dispatched to your location. Repeat, detain captured subjects and await arrival of support team which has just been dispatched to your location. Copy." The voice said.
"Oh it's you!" She replied. "I remember you now. So, when are you going to come and get me? I have a 10 o'clock curfew."
"I guess it is a little late...maybe tomarrow then? hows seven sound." Josh said "Dinner and a move sound good?"
Base Camp
Dr Sally Joywave checks up on her patients:
Chad Westling, he is the most important to her. Once the unknown drug is flushed from his system, she will see how the chip will re-act in the absence of the control signal. His scans show that removal of the chip is nearly impossible with normal surgery without damaging the spinal cord. So, the townspeople maybe stuck with the chips staying inside them, which will be bad because of the increase cancer risk. The chip may go dormant if it is without the control signal present, only to reactive once it returns, or the chip may self-destruct and take the victim with it.
"oh Chad why you did have to be here? I don't want to be instrumental for your death,." thinks Sally
She turns the check the guard, and ask "Can we isolated this guy from the control frequency, while I monitor him.? Even here in the woods the signal strength is high enough for the chips to be activated."
PBH
Edit: (OOC) Sorry I miss that we pick up a guard than a Brotherhood minion.)
"Victor!" said Dorcan suddenly. "Did we leave him behind? If he's still back in the town, it will be crawling with zealots!"
Josh covers the mouth piece on the phone. "Well i guess we should send a group out to get him then oughtn't we?" he said slyly touching a finger to his nose, wich was the universal symbol for "not it".
Babs voice came back over the phone.
"Yeah that sounds good. Hey, what's going on over there?" She asks, hearing the muffled voices from around Josh.
"Birthdayparty. My cousin had her sixth today. Well I'll see you then, later."
Doctor Sally has the guard in one of the command vans, and isolates the brotherhood's control freguencies as monitors what the implant does or not...
The chip's activity drops in the computer scan and stops after ten minutes. The doctor's own bio-scan tells her , that the chip is even more enbedded then before. As if the chip is holding tight to it's victim and weathering a storm. If it was hard to remove before, it was nearly impossible now. The doctor opens the door to the van and the chip activity returns to normal levels.
"Back to square one."
PBH
Jexx looked up when Dorcan asked about Victor. "Ain't he the short guy? Then, would that be him over there?" Jexx said, pointing. Victor-In-Question was leaning up against the van they used to go in and out of town, not making much noise, just hanging out.
"Thank goodness for that," said Dorcan in a tone of vast relief. "I guess he crept back on his own. I don't want to think about two rescue missions in one night."
So saying, he headed to the van which Exo was using as the comms link to base.
"Anything interesting from headquarters?" he asked.
Having listened to all the fun the others had had in his absence, Vic though himself to be lucky he'd been able to shake the patrol that looked like it had really wanted to talk to him.
Seeing that everyone was calm and the doc was working on the prisoner, Victor found an flat rock near the vans. Pulling a cleaning kit form his bag Vic striped the shotgun down and cleaned it before reassembling it.
"Weapon first everything else second." He mumbled to himself repeating what his old drill sergeant had drummed into him so long ago.
Exo nods. "Copy that. Echo Four Nineteen out." It then closes the commlink in no great haste and turns to Dorcan. "Orders are to hold position and detain the subjects until further notice. Reinforcements are supposedly inbound. Whilst reinforcements may be necessary, something does not seem right about this situation. Everyone should stay alert and armed, at least for now." It clambers out of the van, one hand moving to the grip of the heavy pistol almost instinctively, then nods to Dorcan and strides off to ensure the captives are kept under control.
"Doctor," it intones, glancing between the unconcious guard and Sally, keeping it's voice down so as not to interrupt the phone conversation "Ensure that the captive does not wake up for the next few hours. Understood?"
"Very good, sir," Dorcan replied to Exo. He had been intending to sleep, but if they were going to have to stay alert until the reinforcements arrived, it kind of put paid to that idea. He could always play the "'Cubi don't sleep" card if need be. He settled himself into a decent vantage point and waited for the dawn.
I am not sure, about the guard. He has head trauma and I darn not use any drugs. I will strap the guard down if you want. The guards chip is dormant, now without the control signal. I need to see how he will react in a non brotherhood control environment, once he is awake. Chad could be out of it for a few days, once I flush his system of the drugs that evil Doc ejected into him. " reports the doctor
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Josh hung up the phone. "Well Dorcan looks like we'll get that card game afterall." Josh said tossing the phone aside.
Inside one of the van with isolation field on full, the Doctor secures the guard. She is sure, he will sleep for now, but her thoughts and worries are on Chad. The young doctor was not doing well, she would have to flush his system of the unknown poison from that evil bulldog. Chad's chip also non functional, but the drug was reacting with the chip, and it is breaking down.
Sally has no choice, she is going to have to remove the chip from Chad....and remove this poison from him. She closes the curtains of the van. She removes Chad's shirt, and then her own. The Doc needed to cover her friend with herself to touch him fur to fur as much as she can. She pours her life force into him, as steady light fills the van's windows. She see that the young doctor's breathing was getting quick and shallow, his heartbeat irregular. She knows, only her hope is her magic alone. The poison is becoming too unpredictable, for the normal medical technologies. She places her hand on Chad's heart and pushes the muscle numbing poison out of the heart and body. She forces it into his kidneys.
Chad's life signs returns as the drug is pull out of his blood. After that, the otter girl pulls herself up and cuts into her patient's neck. Her hands guide by her magical senses, she quickly cut the implant out as her magic heals her own cuts. She is faint with exhaustion. Her hands quakes a little, she has to heal her own mistakes and remembering to heal his nerves. Finally, she drops the chip into an empty plastic bowl.
Sally quickly cleans up her paws and then the tried otter goes to check up on the patient only to fall asleep on him. Dr Joywaves is found half naked over her equally naked friend/patient Chad Westling
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Josh was the first to discover the two. He was curious as to the light. "Doc! wow! way to go Chad!" then he realizes something and quickly closes the door. "They're fine..... really they are!"
Jexx looked up at Josh. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it, shaking his head. Jexx picked himself up and walked over to a tree trunk and settled down in front of it, crossing his handcannons in front of him and going still.
His eyes didn't close.
Josh reopened the door and poped inside. He put both parties shirts back on. "Didn't know you guys were sleepin'. Something with that kinda lightshow must have tired you out, huh sal? Josh rested a hand on sally's forhead. "Rememdium lux lucis vulnus." Josh watched as she started glowing faintly.
Josh will notice that Sally has lost weight, some 10-20 pounds, and is now on the slim side. She is also very pale in her ears and nose. Yet, after the gift of magical energy from Josh, the doctor looks more asleep than in a coma. Her breathing grows stronger as a golden glow pulses over her for a second. Her hand reaches for the sheet covering and she covers herself and Chad as her cuddles with Chad for the night.
The guard also sleep through the night, and a new dawn finds the Doc looking a mess in ill fitting clothes and shriving with her morning coffee by a small fire.
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The night passes and the dawn comes. As probably most everyone starts to wake with the morning sun, a new sound would bring them to attention: the sound of three vehicles coming to a halt in their staging area. The doors to the vehicles opened and several rebellion soldiers, and a few doctors, started pouring out of the vehicles. The one who appeared to be in charge stepped forward and saluted the group.
"Backup has arrived." He said to the group and turned to other groups of soldiers "You, set up a perimeter, you get the lab ready, you get the supplies."
As the leader of the troops gave his orders, the doctors approached the group.
"We were told that you were able to detain some of the people from town. Where are they?" One asked.
"In that van," said Dorcan, pointing. "One of the doctors from the hospital, and a security guard who was with him at the time."
Jexx, being awake the whole night, unable to sleep in this open environment (though it's not a problem for him, he's 'trained' himself to be able to go without sleep for a time), heard the incoming vehicles well before he saw them. He stood up, and just a short time after, the vehicles rolled into the camp. Even though he knew full well they were on the same side, Jexx was very tensed up; his handcannons were even charged. It took a great deal of internal strength to will himself to calm down. When he did, he stood back and decided to just watch what was going on for now.
"Eeeek!" shrieks the Doc at first sight of the rebel doctors at a distance. She races from van to van looking for something as she tries keep her oversize clothes from flying off her She finally finds her suitcase in with the patients and then flies inside to locks the doors.
The van does a short dance as the doctors walk up to the van... "ah Dr Joywaves.?" asks one of the doctor.. But the stern Head Doctor tries to open the lock door and bangs on the back doors. "Open up in there Joywaves!"
The young otter doctor pops out of front side door as she hastily fixes and straightens her clothes up. "These are my patients Doctor..." shouts Sally as she comes around to the back.
".... Not any more, DOCTOR! if you can't stop yourself from abusing them.." shouts the rebel head doctor and stops as he look at her. "It seem you have taken my advice and loss a few pounds." he says with a smirk.
" Grrr Is this because I wouldn't bake you Brownies?" asks Sally with a cute smile.
" This is about your unprofessional matters, your seemly conduct that you must act about at all times."
The other doctor and staff were moving Chad to the lab area and were about to remove the guard, "Wait stop, he still has the implant.. Is it safe for him to going outside of the radio anti-EM field of the van?" Ask Sally as she stop them from remove him.
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The approach of the vans alerted Morgan and he warily watched their approach. He still had a slight nagging headache, but it did not effect his focus.
When rebellion forces exited, he relaxed and soundlessly dropped from the tree, landing gracefully.
Standing, he walked over to the person in charge and gave him a warm smile, "Top of the morning to you lads, I trust you had a safe journey and roads were clear of traffic on your way to work... or for those of you who aren't of the service, no incidents travelling and you weren't observed on your way here?"
As he greeted the soldiers, he spied Sally out in his peripheral vision, "Er, what is with the doctor? She is on an excellent weight loss program."
Josh woke to a loud commotion. "For the love of the holy father some people are still trying to sleep! Oh F*** it I'm up!" Josh had only gotten a few hours sleep and looked the part as well. Josh struggled to keep himself from shivering with fatigue and he was completely zonked, so he went to find something to eat. "Anyone make breakfast yet?" He asked to noone in particular.
Stirring from it's short morning diagnostic cycle, the warbot shakes off the last of it's 'sleep' and marches over to the apparent leader of the reinforcements, heavy pistol already in hand as it glares at them.
"State your identification immediately." it intones calmly.
Dorcan looked confused. Have I erred? He wondered. It had been reasonable enough to assume that these were the reinforcements, since they had arrived politely and not killed anyone. This was in stark contrast to the Brotherhood, whose method of greeting him thus far had consisted solely of pointing guns at his head.
But if Exo didn't recognise them...?
If Morgan had possessed fuzzy fox ears, they would have laid flat against his head, as it was his demeanor shifted to defensive, The Exo unit does not recognize them, this could be a problem.
Morgan stood by, ready to act if the answer did not satisfy Exo.
Jexx also noticed that Exo didn't seem to recognize their reinforcements. He looked around at them, and his paranoid side started creeping up in him. This could be nothing, or it could be something. But don't take chances. he thought.
Jexx placed his handcannons behind him, and softly began charging them. They emmited a faint red glow and a barely audible low hum.
Being shielded by the van Doc Joywaves had taken up residence in, Victor drew one of his pistols and walked round the side. Keeping the pistol behind his back he looked over to Sally.
"You ok Doc?"
"Oh come off it you paranoid skeeze balls! If they were anyone other than the rebels we'd be dead by now!....And where on earth did I put my shirt!?" josh's attitude was just getting going.
The leader of the soldiers turned to Exo with a sort of confused look on his face.
"Exo, stand down. You know damn well who we are." He said. "We're your backup. Control informed you that we were coming yesterday."
It was quite obvious that he and the rest of them were Rebellion. They were all wearing Rebellion uniforms. Heck, this guy just called him by his name. Exo might even recognize a few of them if he were to look around.
"Oh oh Dr Stern, think of the patients... not only these ones..but all of the ones in town. If we shut the brotherhood control signal down. How will they react with the chip still inside their heads? Will they seek treatment after this is over? What treatment is going to be better for all of them. Will they know what the brotherhood has done on their own?
This guard needs to wake up in a control environment. If we are going to get any answers!!!" shouts Sally at the head rebel doctor...
Meanwhile the guard is waking.... *groan*
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"Sally... Sally... just calm down," Dorcan said, standing between her and the medics as though she was about to attack them. "I don't think anyone has suggested shutting down the signal until we better understand what it will do to the populace."
These guys are nuts, he thought to himself, and not for the first time.
The doctors backed off as Sally started shouting.
"Woah, woah, calm down." One said. "That's all what we're here to find out. We brought a lab to do some testing to see what, if anything, we can do for these people."
He motioned to the larger van where some soldiers were pulling out supplies and building up a makeshift lab.
"Okay Well, I should I can" starts Sally
"*groan* God, Ma just five more minutes." moans the guard with his eyes still close.
"Fine, Five minute.." says the otter doctor and closes the vans doors on the guard patient and leaves the other doctors to finish building the Lab.
She walks over to Chad, as he is now, more awake... and asks him how he is feeling...
"Hey, Sal, you are still not playing nice with the administers, I see." says Chad. "May I ask why I'm or we are in the woods with a bunch of military types.?"
"Yes, but first do you remember anything about the brotherhood? Dear Chad? What are your feelings towards they now?" asks Doc Sally with a kind smile.
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Exo stands for a moment, muttering as it runs through image recognition and it's internal database.
"Ah, you." it eyes the leader, change in tone subtle on the last word, but still noticeable by more alert listeners. "I should have expected Jackson to send you of all people. No matter."
It pauses, thinking.
"Query: Why the sudden deployment of reinforcements? Unless you are foolishly planning to storm the tower there is very little a group of this size can do in this scenario."
Morgan relaxed a bit, relieved that he didn't need to engage in more pacification duties. Bowing a bit in apology, Morgan flatly stated, "Just being cautious."
Dismissing himself, he headed over to the van containing the supplies and produced a few standard issue field rations. He consumed them with gusto, not minding the taste of condensed nutrition.
He then retrieved his case from the van. Carefully he opened it and began his morning ritual of cleaning the large rifle.
Josh, not knowing what a standard feild ration is or where they were, didn't think to look. Only after seeing Morgan eating...or what looked like it did he realize that's where the food was. So he got a ration and sat down hopeing a "good" brekfast would take the edge off a night of little sleep.
"We're not going to storm the tower. That would be foolish. We're under specific orders from Jackson. If you think that you can undo whatever it is that the Brotherhood has done to these people, we're here to help in whatever way we can. We have soldiers, supplies, and a mobile lab. If you don't think you can undo it, we're here to take control of this area for further study, hence the lab and the white-coats, and then send you back to HQ for your next assignment. But it all boils down to this: is it possible to undo what the Brotherhood has done to these people?" The lead soldier says, and awaits an answer.
"That remains to be seen as to whether the method of control can be removed, something we may be able to make headway on, assuming your convoy brought more specialized medical equipment - which it seems to have - and more..." it lowers it's voice for a moment, glancing to Sally, then back to the leader "...experienced and disciplined personnel."
"Consideration: It may be necessary to remove the nerve center of this operation - ie, the transmitter - as simply cauterizing the individual recievers may not be enough, if the indoctrination is of sufficient strength. On the other hand it may be possible to broadcast a countersignal to block out the Brotherhood's propoganda... there are a number of possible solutions, any one of which could be a success or... it pauses "...a catastrophic failure. After all, the last thing we want to do is subject any of the citizens to anything unpleasant in our attempts to nullfy the Brotherhood's control."
Exo stops talking, then glances at the mobile lab. [That thing must have been hell to get down the old roads...], it pondered to itself.
"For now, only time may hold an answer to this situation-- something we have plenty of; unless the Brotherhood discover our location."
Josh threw a small branch near Exo's feet. "Nock on wood, mandroid."
It was his small way of showing consern and comradery.
Victor holstered his pistol. "As long as Exo says we're all friends" He said as he smiled.
"Whoa Doc." He said looking over Sally for a second time "You ok you look like you've lost some weight...A lot."
'And looking quite fine' He added in his own mind.
"Alright then, our resources are at your disposal for the time being." The lead soldier said.
He clicked a quick salute and then moved on to give the soliders further orders.
The doctors were following Sally around, notepads and pencils out.
"Did you already disable the chip from this one?" One asked Sally.
"How do you feel?" Another asked, directly to Chad.
"She's lost weight since I last saw her..." Mused the third one.
"Okay Okay, Commander, Dr Stern, and Doctors come this way. Please, Chad, you come, too, You, all Come this way please" says Sally as she walks back to the van which the security guard is sleeping in, and retrieves Chad's old chip and her laptop/scanner.
Having one of the lab tech rats, open up a lab main computer station and a image projector, Sally puts up her computer into the I/o port and sends an amplified picture of the Brotherhood control chip, which is about the size of two grains of rice.
"This is what the Brotherhood marketing as a memory enhancer, but it is really a mood/mind controlling device. It seem to receive and broadcast into the mind of the subject. That the brotherhood is good and it is the guardian of all good people everywhere. That everything is peaches and cream for everyone under the brotherhood's protection" states Doctor Sally
"Wait, How do you know that?" asks Chad.
Sally changes the chip picture with a scan file of the guard's implant and spinal cord. "These nerves endings are known to tap into the lower brain cortex which operate moods and emotions." *Click* "This is a mind scan of a town furson during a news report with the brotherhood member. This area show an almost euphoric state in this female. Chad mm ah Dr Westling, I have a question for you, where would a brain enhancer be to improve memory? " asks Sally,. She knows that a mind memory enhancer would be more centralized in the upper lobes with maybe IO port on the neck.
"Okay, so the chips location is in the wrong areas of the mind. But ...mmm" stops Chad to think about this. Sally just smiles at that.
"Here is what is left of Dr Westling's chip, and a sample scan of the unknown drug used to destroy it." says Sally as she hands over the chip and data to Dr Stern. "There is also imformation on that some of the increase health risks to the victims in the coming years.
We also have the possibility to retreive one more patient tonight, hopefully without as much fuss as last night. And she is important, because she is already showing early signs of the chips break down in the body, what many others are going to see years from now.." reports Doctor Sally "I'm leaving the report about the Shed and transmitter to the others in the group. Bill, the guard, is our test subject in a non-control signal field with an active control chip. Any more question?"
After a moment of dead silent, Sally comments," And yes I have gone down a a dress size or two. A size 12 to 8 in fact, Goddess, You guys, are so Goobrrr rrr Males!" and walks off after sending her data into the moble lab's mainframe.
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Josh was standing and watching with the group. When Sally waked off he followed her. "So why did they try to destroy the chip if they could have just stopped us from takeing him? And Sally when they talk about dress size theyre really talking about how much smaller they got." Josh put his hands about solarplexus height and made a bounceing motion.
Smirking at Sally's outburst Victor took his leave from the group of whitecoats.
Nearing the edge of the clearing, he watched the new arrivals for a while, before stretching out and running through a few routines of a simple martial art that he learned as a rookie.
An angry otter girl turns around to Josh, only to get more streamed at his hand motions, "No Josh, Only girls would talk about dress sizes, guys are more blunt, talk about breast size and butts or how fat you are. You of all people should know what happens when you use magic. Now, IF you want to be nice, you are going to get me some breakfast, before I given into my anger and hunger, and eat you." whispers Sally in a cold voice.
:mowwink
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Josh looked like he was going to say something. "Nevermind." Josh walked away snickering. "I think Babs would have a problem with some crazed Otter trying to give me oral though." He said quietly to himself not realizeing his radio was still on.
*groaning stomach*
"Oh You really me want to hurt you, don't you?
Well, I better not, we wouldn't want you disappointing Babs. do we?" shouts Sally as she goes on to see if Mister Mister is still around maybe he has breakfast going...
:mowhappy
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Dorcan sighed as Sally strode off in a huff, and released his grip on the gun. If things had got much uglier he might have had to stun the pair of them.
"Sir, I'm not sure if this was included in your report. In the vicinity of the tower we discovered a storage shed containing a maintenance tunnel. Since it was probably booby-trapped we did not explore, but it was filled with wiring conduits branching out from the tower. It is my theory that these were a distribution feed of the tower transmissions, likely to relay stations or backup transmitters. If we decide to to cut the transmissions, this might be useful in formulating our plan of attack.
However, we still don't know if it is safe to do this. If you have anything like a Faraday cage in the supplies you have brought, or the means to construct one, we could place the guard inside it and see if he suffers any negative effects. Either that, or we could drive him out of range of the transmitter. Those I think are the closest we can get to turning off the tower without actually doing so."
A strange light came into the Doberman's eyes as he pondered the problem. "Who should I approach for technical assistance? If the removed chip is still intact we should reverse-engineer it. It must contain some sort of LCR circuit, and that should tell us the exact frequency, if we decide to try and jam it."
Josh strode off looking for something for the good doctor to snack on. "Weman, I swear i could turn gay if it wasn't for the sex!" Josh mused. He started digging into a crate and threw out a few boxes of the dehyrated stuff and found a few cans of pears, peaches and cherries. "Hay Doc, I found something for ya if you don't mind canned fruit." Josh set aside a can of peaches for himself.
The lead soldier listend as Dorcan gave his part of the report.
"Alright, we'll have to investigate them as well. In fact, we should probably go ahead and do that today." He says. "Unfortunately, we don't have a Faraday cage, but I'm sure that the white coats here will be able to whip up something to take care of the chips."
He looked over at the soldiers who were finishing up unloading the supplies.
"We also brought some extra foodstuffs, in case you guys were running low." He says.
"ooh Peaches and Cream, the Breakfast for fatty tarts.... Thanks Josh... Just what I need to restore some of my energy levels with some simple sugar and fatty acids.." remarks a cheerfully doctor... "Guys I missed reporting that the chip goes dormant when it is no longer receiving the brotherhood control channel. OR I should say into standby... I don't know how long the chip will remain in a listening mode, before it trying to do something to the subject, like get him to move to a brotherhood tower, or induce depression in the subject." adds Sally as she works at opening the can of peaches, and gets some dairy real cream, and grape nuts.
"Thanks the Goddess, they did pack some real cream. " as she settles down with a large cereal bowl of peaches, cream and nuts. "yummy"
Josh was chowing down on some large cut peached from his industrial sized can. "Mmmph yer' lucky *slurp* I felt like *GERAMPH* goin' *slerp* through the *gulp* trouble." He smiled through his sticky mouthfur and gave Sally an elbow jab.
(OOC: argh. Very late.)
Jexx was still standing by his tree, having powered-down his handcannons when Exo finally identified the Rebellion people. But, with the great number of people, all the hustle and bustle and conversation, was actually affecting Jexx. Negatively. The only times he'd ever been this close to this many people, they were all trying to kill him, and he was trying to kill them.
Jexx couldn't think straight. There were so many people around, yet none were hostile. Jexx's paranoid and psychotic subconcious would not accept this, while his concious was trying to not freak out. He was hyperventillating and sweating. His handcannons were even going all shifty and ameobic as he lost cotrol of the nanomorphing. He put one hand/handcannon, now all blobby, up to the tree to try and steady himself. His head was spinning.
Finally, Jexx just barely worked up the willpower to stagger off into the woods just a little distance away to get himself settled.
Morgan swiped a can of peaches and consumed it quickly before approaching the officer in charge. He stepped up as Dorcan was giving his report.
"The winged one here is pretty spot on, my reconnaissance work discovered the chips, the frequency of the transmissions, and the correlation of the conduit and the signal. I already ascertained what he has reported upon initial discovery of the conduit, hence why I ordered the capture of the guard. The other... doctor? Chad, I believe I've heard mentioned was his name, is apparently connected to Dr. Joywaves. As soon as you lads can physically isolate those chips from the signal and either remove or neutralize them, then we can formulate a plan of action to eliminate the signal or attempt a mass deactivation of chips. I'll leave the signal analysis to you fellows, that really isn't my bag. Let us hope it is not fatal."
Morgan tapped his chin with his index finger, "What tactical data can you pass on about zealots and enforcers? The one enforcer I stared down was a tad strong, on my best estimate, I would be hard pressed to combat more then 10 of them in hand to hand. I need to know the upward threshold of their strength and agility, I'd hate to try and arm wrestle one if it is pointless because they possess assault mecha level strength."
OOC: the gaming model Morgan is based off of can allow him to defeat Motoko cyborgs and Matrix Agents.
Dorcan looked a little forlorn when Morgan pointed out that he'd already established the frequency, but he soon perked up.
"In that case, if you can spare one of your technicians for a few hours, I'd like to get up to speed with your civilisation's technology. From what I've seen so far, much of it seems to be pretty similar to what I'm used to, so hopefully most of it should be a simple matter of learning the units and names you use."
I'm glad Jakob added a speed-read feature, he thought. If I can just get hold of a few component catalogues...
His attention snapped back to the present when Morgan mentioned being able to take down 10 enforcers single-handedly.
"Ten?" he asked, looking at him in amazement "What are you? Some kind of android?"
Finishing his daily practice Victor walked back into the camp where the others were busily munching breakfast.
"Morning peoples." he said as he picked out a ratpack and started sorting the contents. Grabbing what he was after Vic sat down and began to eat.
"So our primary mission is finished, are we sticking around to play tag with the Brotherhood?" He asked around a mouthful of tinned sausages.
The lead soldier shrugged.
"For all that information, you'll have to consult the archives at HQ. For now, you'll just have to deal with whatever information you can pick up along the way. But I can tell you this, the zealots are just grunts. Little more than cannon fodder. Enforcers are a different story. They like to haul around heavier weaponry, and sometimes explosive ordnance, and to top it all off, they're better armored than the zealots. You don't want to face ten of them by yourself. I don't care how good you think you are. They will rip you a new one. And the gods help you if you ever run into an elite." He said, and shook his head.
He pointed over where Jexx was as he was leaving the area.
"Hey, is he alright?" He asked.
"Well, If we wrapping up here, I for one, would like to meet up with Babs again, if just to check up on her. We will pass our information on onto you guys about her. She may have the healer's touch, if not another magical ability dormant in her. the Brotherhood's chip has caused her dormant power to surface in offer to save herself." commends Sally. "Or Josh can handle capturing her, or better pick her up for his date and we can release her If she wants once the chip is removed."
"And we still have, you a friend, Dr Chad Weslting. Do you want to be part of an underground moment, defenders of the weak and general good people?" asks Doctor Sally.
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"Alright Sal let me know how Juliet is doing." Josh scarfed down the last of the peaches in the tin. "It's not tactful to go see your date at her place of work again before a date. though a good 'grand slam' would be nice....nah."
Exo nods in agreement to the leader. "Agreement: Morgan, I find your claim of ten in hand to hand combat somewhat unlikely; I believe you would be hard pressed to combat three at short range, even with superhuman reflexes."
"Commentary: As for Elites... the last time this Unit encountered an Elite, we fought to a standstill - by which this Unit means it had lost an arm and several armour plates whilst causing severe physical damage to the Elite's internal organs and several extremities. His implants were the only thing keeping him alive."
It pauses momentarily.
"Continuation: Likewise, my lack of safeguards and continued ignoring of warning messages was the only thing keeping me standing. At this point the Elite decided it best to retreat, and in my state I could no longer complete my remaining objectives, being down one arm and a few myomer clusters, at which point we both went our seperate ways with a respectful nod, as neither of us could really manage to bow at that time."
"It was... an interesting experience, something this Unit learnt from greatly."
It paused again, as if setting up a punchline.
"Summary: In other words - never underestimate meatbags, particularly Brotherhood ones."
Mister had been, for the most part, lounging about with little to do. However, the arrival of more soldiers made even this duty redundant for him. The most use I have been thus far has been as a chef. Perhaps I truly am outdated. Troubling. He remained, as usual, silent and unobtrusive as he listened in to the new information that had been gathered. And then Jexx wandered off.
"I'll go check on our young associate, shall I?" the golem offered with a nod in the lead soldier's direction, "After all, we wouldn't want anybody stumbling upon him in the middle of the forest so close to our position." Mister stood up with a slight creak (I'm not outdated. Of course not. Merely in need of maintinence. I'm not outdated.), bowed politely to those present, and followed after Jexx.
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It was fairly easy to follow Jexx quietly. Mister was, after all, built to be silent and unnoticed. The first sign that he was there at all was a slight sound of steam whistling through pipes behind the young man.
"Forgive my rudeness in interrupting you, Young Sir. I merely wondered if you were doing well. You seemed rather perturbed."
Jexx was most certainly not doing well at all. He had staggered drunken-like until he was out of sight of the camp, then fell to his knees, then to all fours, convulsing violently. In his head, a fierce battle was raging. It was as if a deep, primal force was trying to posess him into a mindless shooting fury. It seemed almost like instinct, but it was far more crude, unwholesome, and incomplete. More artificial. More...programmed.
He barely detected Mister coming in out of his peripheral senses. He tried to form the words 'stay back', but all that came out was a short burst of incoherant blather.
After a few moments of continually shaking on his knees and blobby hands, he managed to just barely straighten back up to his knees. He used his left hand, slightly more coherant, to grab his right, to steady it. His right formed into his handcannon. Shakily, he managed to point it at the ground about five feet in front of him, and started blasting his angry-red plasma balls. He blasted for at least a full fifteen seconds before stopping. When he was done, the force in his mind was gone. He was back in control. Well, sort of.
Still shaking and panting heavily, he dropped back down to his hands, vomited, then collapsed on his side, trying to stablize himself. After a moment, he looked up to Mister, but couldn't think of anything to say.
Morgan regarded Exo, "Yes, don't underestimate 'meatbags'." He left it at that, best to leave old soldiers and limited warmachines alone in what hey believe to be the reality of the world.
"So, enough about me, what is our next move in this? I imagine it's the big waiting game until the science types are done with their whole analysis bit. What are your thoughts on proceeding from this point?"
"I think that a more detailed investigation into that smaller structure that you guys mentioned would be in order. That might be connected with this whole thing. While we do that, the white coats can get to work in the lab." The lead soldier said.
A few things were obvious about this situation to Mister. He could tell that this wasn't normal organic behavior, that this was most certainly a sign of a serious problem, probably a problem specific to the young man before him, and that it was a problem that would have to be discussed at some time soon.
However, he was also able to tell that the ragged young man before him, still trying to find the words to explain what had just happened, would not be benefited by discussing it right now. He'd ask at a later time, when Jexx was in a better state of mind.
Mister offered one arm for Jexx to steady himself upon as he got up. "Allow me to aid you in getting back. I'm certain the others are getting worried. Besides, if you don't return soon someone may purloin your share of the rations, which you'd need after that."
Jexx took Mister's offered big iron hand, and allowed himelf to be pulled up. He took a few moments to steadY himself, still breathing quite deeply. After a few moments leaning up against a tree, and opening and closing his mount a few time as if to speak, but the words just wouldn't come. Finally, he managed to formulate understandable speech.
"You...you came to see if I was...all right. You showed...concern for me. That's...that's not something that...that many robots do around here. Sure...they develop their own emotions...but they don't often ever truely...care about someone. Heh...well, in all fairness, there aren't any...fleshies who care about me regardless...only you and the others even know I exist."
Jexx stopped for a moment, fully catching his breath. "I'm rambling. I guess what I'm trying to say is, um, well...thanks, Steambot."
"This meat bag....no matter how sickened i am right now, cares about ya. I just though you needed some down time."
Blissfully unaware of Jexx predicament, Dorcan sat beneath a tree, with a pile of textbooks on electronics by his side. At the top of the pile was 'advanced'... he had already finished 'beginners' and was nearly done with 'intermediate' as well. The speed-reading feature was a bit like a Scrying spell, but without most of the side-effects. It was the little things like this which almost made up for losing his powers.
Reading the books, he noted that this world seemed to have sidestepped the bug in the Earth systems - which Jakob had copied - where the current flowed in the 'wrong' direction because they had got the charge on the electron the wrong polarity. There were a couple of differences in the quantities too, but for the main part it looked like he could use it.
Finishing the book, he strolled over to the lab where the analysis was taking place and hung around to watch and learn.
"Okay, okay who's Not alright? Jexx Is there anything I can do for you?" asks the Doctor.... "I was over bugging Dr Stern's group, but really if you need care, I'm here. Oh Mister Hi How are you? are you going on this raid to the Brotherhood's shed...."
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Mister simply nodded, his mild surprise in no way showing in his cast iron face, "Any way I may be of service young sir. Ah, madam!" The golem turned around at the sound of the resident medic's only mildly clumsy rush through the foliage, "Jexx was simply feeling a bit poorly, I'm certain he's doing better now. However," Mister paused. On the one hand, a condition that causes one to lose control of their firearms could be a serious hazard indeed. On the other... "If it recurs or takes a turn for the worse, then I'm quite certain you'll be the first to know about it," another thing he learned as a servant was how to do what's best for someone when they object to the idea of you knowing what's best for them, "Jexx, will you need any assistance in getting back?"
Morgan nodded to the lead soldier's comment, "that would have been my choice as well. I can take you there when you are ready, but I suggest the team you will send should be inconspicuous and professional. I expect that the Brotherhood has stepped up its defense of this location as one of their teams has already been neutralized."
Jexx answered to Sally, "It's all right, I think I'm fine now. I don't think it will happen again, either.", while still not actually telling Sally what it was that happened.
To Mister, Jexx replied, "If by assistance, you mean carrying me, no I'm fine. But if you mean just walking back with me, yeah, that's all right."
"Do you mind if I borrow this?" Dorcan asked one of the techs, picking up a spare multimeter and heading off in the direction of the toilets.
Locking himself in, he removed his shirt and placed his hand against his left ribcage. There was a certain soft-spot each finger had to go in, but he knew them by heart. As he pressed them simultaneously there was a faint click and the panel was unlocked. Moments later, Dorcan was staring down at his own insides.
Now, the main electronics bus runs off 5v... he thought, gingerly attaching the probes to it. The multimeter read -6.83. Dorcan took a few more measurements against the 12v and 24v actuator buses to confirm, and then - carefully double-checking the seals that kept him waterproof - he closed himself back up and returned to the lab. Now he knew what the equivalent unit of voltage was.
The lead soldier nods and looks around, he was already formulating a team.
"Alright then. We'll be prepared soon. Just let me know when you guys are ready." He said.
He snapped a quick salute and went off to talk with some othe soldiers he had brought with him.
Mister silently walked back to the rest of the group with Jexx, keeping an eye out in case the young man had a relapse. The gentlemanly thing would be to escort Sally back, yes, but he believed the good doctor would understand. Again, as unobtrusive as possible, the construct sat back down over by the others. For a six and a half foot tall antique, he was fairly good at keeping inconspicuous. He simply listened in, familiarizing himself with the plan and waiting until his services were necesary.
Josh sat down beside the steam bot when he saw he had returned. "All this genocide bull makes ya long for the old days don't it?" Josh sighed. "Nothing will ever be the same will it?"
Jexx got back to the camp with Mister. When he did, he took Mister's advice and headed for the food crates. He got to them and rifled through for the freeze-dried and a another chunk of meat. To his dismay, there wasn't much freeze-dried left. It seems the Rebellion wasn't as big on it as the Brotherhood. He would have to conserve them. As for the meat, there was plenty of. He 'cooked' it the same way he did before, he dropped it on the ground and gave it one good plasma burst. With that, he began eating his small meal.
If anyone watched him closely, they would notice that he seemed to avoid looking directly at anyone with a Rebellion uniform...
"Thanks Mister for your help....But we are back at camp.... I will have to talk to Dr Stern and the other researchers about the ... our guests." says Sally She takes a fruit and eat it on the lab.
She finds Chad awake, but weak. She touching him, she see he is on the mend, but he will need a few days of rest. The security guard Bill is also awake and answering questions, but he is getting worried about the doctors, his family, and about the fact that is he in a wood being questioned by "government officials"
Bill: "The Brotherhood is okay, I guess. They help me with my epilepsy, I got a little chip inside my neck. But I am sure they are not running the city governement"
"So, how are you feel, Chad?" ask Sally
"Sally! Oh I am feel better but I am worried about my patients. These guys don't seem to want me to go. back to the Hospital." says Dr Chad Westling.
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"The hospital?" said Dorcan, overhearing the tail end of the conversation as he made his way back to the electronics lab.
"What would he want to go back there for...?"
He trailed off as it occurred to him that Chad didn't yet know what they'd done to it.
Morgan checked his light suit and the ammo in his two guns, he retrieved all the spare ammo he could from the security guard's effects.
"I'm ready to go anytime you all are."
"Where are we going again?" Josh asked. "What's the plan? because I have a date that could land me in jail if things go too well."
"What the kidnapping part or loving with a minor?" asks Doctor Sally. "I wouldn't be too worried. I'm going with you to pickup Babs. We can double date, if Chad is feeling better."
*Groan*" Sally give the Kid a break he doesn't look like he needs a chaperon" moans Chad.
"Well, No maybe not but we do.." giggles Sally
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"Poor girl. brother hood probably have her beliveing magic is a sin when she has no idea the blessing within her." Josh said in a quiet rare moment of seriousness.
"I think I will stay here with the research team, Do the Recon thing, you guys." says Sally, "It seem we have a good many hours before the sundown and your date, Josh. So I can stay here, just don't get hurt, Okay?"
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"There's another mission?" asked Dorcan. He looked torn. Better find out what it is, then decide, he thought and headed off to Exo.
"Excuse me, sir," he began, "I understand there's a followup mission being planned. Would you mind outlining it?"
Jexx, after finishing his meal, then simply wandered and paced around the camp, always looking down at the ground. He passed near one of the vans, and heard several people talking about a new mission. Another mission? Maybe I can actually kill me some Brotherhood bastards, I need to get my head cleared.
He wandered over to the group talking about the new mission.
"I understand there's a followup mission being planned. Would you mind outlining it?"
Followup? Excellent. Going straight into the storm.
Jexx stopped nearby, still looking either down at the ground or up in the sky.
The leader of the soliders got five of the other soldiers together. They checked their weaponry, each armed with a light plasma rifle and a standard issue pistol as a sidearm. One soldier appeared to be a tech specialist, complete with a small laptop, a set of various tools, and an overly obvious neural implant. One of the other soldiers had a portable cutting torch, and some tools that were obviously made for breaking and entering. Another one of the soldiers was obviously a demolitionist, his backpack was loaded with special explosive charges. The other two didn't appear to be any kind of specialists. These guys were ready to go.
"I see we are going special ops. I guess I'll need this then..." Morgan retrieved his case and checked its contents, the very large rifle was still neatly packed and ready to be used. A silent friend who had yet to be put in the game.
"I'm definitely going to be going, but we need to see who from our team will want to accompany us. I hope you lads are planning on avoiding any confrontations."
Dorcan waited politely for the robot to speak. After a minute or so he became somewhat concerned. Glancing back he saw Jexx, apparently waiting for the same elucidation.
"I don't think Exo is listening," he said. "I'm gonna ask the leader of the reinforcements."
First Sally, now Exo, he thought irritably. I assume I'm really here, not just dreaming...
"Excuse me, sir," he said, this time to the sergeant, "I understand there's a followup mission being planned. Would you mind outlining it, sir?"
The lead soldier turned to face Dorcan as he asked about the mission.
"Well, what was planned was to go back to that smaller structure you guys located and investigate it further. If it's related to whatever it is that's controlling these people, then we should see about shutting it down. Whether or not it's safe to shut it down entirely will be up to the white coats." He said, jabbing a thumb towards the mobile lab.
"Presumably this will be done by stealth?" Dorcan asked. "If so, I would be interested in joining the mission." For one, I'd like to get my hands on that armour if it hasn't been removed... he added mentally.
Jexx very visibly jumped when Dorcan spoke to him. He didn't say anything, just moved in closer with everyone else, just listening to what was being said. When Dorcan asked, "Presumably this will be done by stealth?" Jexx finally spoke up, albiet somewhat quietly, which is very odd for him.
"I think a demo man would suggest otherwise, Dorcan." To the rebellion leader, he said, 'Will I be able to kill me some Brotherhood bastards?"
If anyone looked at Jexx, it was almost impossible to miss that he was very clearly averting his gaze from everyone.
"I don't know," Dorcan began. "A small blast-radius in the tunnels beneath the town, perhaps. Depending on the yield, a set of charges like that could destroy vital equipment, while being barely noticeable to the folks above-ground.
"Or you could use stealth to plant a larger explosive undetected. Indeed, for such a mission, going in and out guns blazing would tip them off that we had performed some kind of sabotage, with the result that they could neutralise the device."
He gave a quick look at Jexx, and frowned slightly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Stealth is a definite must in this situation." The lead soldier spoke up. "The last thing we need is to be spotted and the Brotherhood alerted to our presence in this town. Right now, I don't think they have any idea that we're operating here, but I'm sure they have their suspicions. Your team can take these guys with you to that small structure and investigate it. I will stay here with the rest of the men to protect your base and our white coats. But yeah, if you run into any Brotherhood toadies, the faster they can be taken out, the better."
"I don't think we'll be at all as obvious as last night at any point in this city untill we can get the citizens unzombified. If we blow up the tunnel and damage something that controls the signal the chips could have a tamper relese and kill the person carrying it. I don't think the professor could have tripped it because like we've been talking about the residual signal. If it disappears entirely say a week from now those we havent gotten around to could die, so we would have to prioritize who we save and that is just out of the question." Josh said, then he spat. "Decideing who lives and who dies, it's fucking wrong!"
The lead soldier looked over at Josh.
"That's what the lab is for. The eggheads are in there studying the chip the doc pulled out of one of those folks you brought back from town. Hopefully they'll have a definitive answer soon enough." He said.
"Let's hope for good news." Josh looked down. the whole situation was starting to get to him. He's in it till the end now, but the brotherhood seemed to entrenched into normalcy to do much about it. "Do ya think we'll EVER win?" He said stareing blankly ahead.
The soldier shrugged.
"Jackson says he's got a long term plan to take the Brotherhood out. We're all inclined to believe him, so we follow him. A lot of us have lost a lot to those freaks. Homes, friends, family... We all gotta do our part, 'n Jackson's the man to make it all happen." He says.
"everything sounds god on paper, but I trust him enough." Josh still looked depressed. "It all just seems overwhelming."
The soldier gave Josh a pat on the back.
"It is overwhelming, but that's where we really shine." He says. "Uh, what would Jackson say... um. Oh yeah. Don't get disheartened at the size of the wall in front of you, but instead look at it as a challenge for you to tackle, and scale it. That's the way we live, day to day."
"Okay, sir," said Dorcan. "If there is a place for me on this mission, I shall equip myself."
Dorcan chose a pair a stunguns and some backup power packs, since the only thing he was sure would bring down a Zealot was a sonic at maximum intensity. He also borrowed a portable oscilloscope from the lab and some tools, stuffing them into the side-pockets of his backpack along with the spare gun.
When Dorcan asked, "Are you sure you're okay?", Jexx's gaze snapped up and breifly fell on the rebellion sergent. Jexx shut his eyes tight and shuddered. The he opened his eyes and said,
"Yes, of course. I'm absolutely fine. Why do you ask?"
Jexx listened in on the conversations. He was dissapointed when they said that the main goal would be stealth, but perked up when they said to kill Brotherhood goons as quickly as possible if they were spotted.
"I think I can help with this. Killing Brotherhood goons quickly is my best specialty. I'll be stealthy with you guys, but if we get spotted, you got nothing to worry about. These cannons-" Jexx held his handcannons up, "-have never failed me."
Then Jexx just started at them, and smiled slightly, as if lost deep in mildy amusing thoughts. "It's just so ironic...every time I look at them..." He whispered to himself.
(OOC: whether or not anyone hears his last line, I'll leave up to you guys ;))
"I'm going to grab some silencers." Josh said getting up and pattin his hand guns.
Dorcan glanced at Jexx nervously. There was obviously something wrong with him, much as he was reluctant to admit it. Still, if he doesn't want to discuss it, at the end of the day it isn't my business, he thought, before snapping back to the present as Josh spoke.
"Guns?" said Dorcan, looking at the wolf in mild surprise. "Do you know how to use those? I thought you came from a colony that practiced the Old Ways. And are you sure those would be enough against Brotherhood armour?"
"Yeah I do, but some villages developed technology to a point before decideing it was takeing a turn of the worse. I mean do you know how hard it is to find ammunition?! These things are practicly antiques." Josh grabbed his bag and came back and sat down beside Dorcan. He then pulled out two silencers. "I actually found a way to make ammo for it, but im SOL if i loose a clip."
"It might be an idea to trade those in for some Rebel gear," said Dorcan, "since it probably uses the same gauge as the Brotherhood. You'll have a better chance at getting ammo for it than those." On an impulse, he took one himself and a selection of ammo to go with it as a precaution.
"I believe I'm ready, sir," he said to the sergeant, donning the backpack and squishing his headwings into the cap once again.
"Oh don't worry, I yoinked a rifle from you guys a while after we got back."Josh looked at dorcan. "I better get out of this alive. I don't want to have an awkward moment in heaven. You know when I meet her and she's all like 'Why'd you stand me up?' and I'm all like 'I died' and she's like 'LIES' then she kicks me in the nuts."
The sarge looked at Josh and merely shook his head.
"Just let the men know when you're ready to head out." He said.
The kid actually thinks he would be going to heaven. Morgan thought to himself.
"Whenever you are ready to go gentlemen." Morgan stated, he appeared a slight bit impatient.
Josh shouldered his bag and stood up. His equipment shifted in his pockets and bag. "Ready and willing."
"I got my cannons-" Jexx held them up, "-and I got my modesty." Jexx pointed to his black shorts, the only real thing he wears, aside from his three spike collars and black glasses. "I don't need anything else. I'm always ready for anything."
"You sure you don't want to put anything more on? I mean a half naked man with 'hand cannons' walking down mainstreet might not be the stealthist man." Josh said.
"Depends what kind of stealth we're going to use," Dorcan pointed out. "If we're going to walk down the street in broad daylight pretending to be tourists or something, that's going to be a problem.
"If the plan is to reach our target totally undetected, then it doesn't matter what we look like, and I could probably get shot of this ridiculous thing," he said, pointing at the cap.
Meanwhile back in the Lab
Doctor Sally was check up on her patients, or she was catching up with Chad.
Okay Sally so you forgot how cute he was....
Bill the security guard was getting annoyed with all the tests and want to see some TV. So, one of the lab assistance hook him up. And a poodle report says...
" Reports from the Fire chief say that the Hospital really has had little damage, and beyond the west wing and the 3rd floor implant clinic. All the patients made it out with no injury, but we have reports of two people missing still. The Brotherhood and the police has stated that they still investigating the fire but they feel that the Rebels are involved.. And they will hunt them down in the city and beyond. Our good citizen are not to worried with the Brotherhood is hot on the trail of these evil rebel witches."
"Oh my God You guys are the Rebels!...."yells Bill.
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Before Bill can finish his sentence, however, there is a faint hum, like a defibrillator charging up. The up until now silent and elusive warbot has reappeared, one armoured and crackling hand making for the guard's chest with it's fingers spread, ideally stunning him with an electrical discharge from the inbuilt shock pads. Plus if it didn't knock him out, the measured force of the impact would no doubt knock the wind from the poor bastard.
"Exo, ah we are the good guys, we don't need to strong arm him like that. " says Sally as she checks the stunned Bill...
"Yea, you would be portraying what the Brotherhood wants you, rebel guys, to look ." relays Chad. "The brotherhood is doing wrong and blaming you guys. Don't add to their ammunition in the PR war"
"Nice to see you on our side" commends Sally
"Well, those implants don't stop you from remembering what they do in front of you. It just makes you think it is for the best" remarks Dr Chad.
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Dorcan's floppy ears stood up for a moment. "Did anyone hear something coming from the lab?"
Exo glances down at the guard. "Consideration: Perhaps, but it would be better if he came to this realization in a controlled environment. One finds it quite possible that an overreaction in such an environment could jeopardize our entire operation here, should he have managed to escape. I should note you have no place to talk with your own irrational antics that nearly put this entire operation out of business, Doctor."
"Thus whilst the most direct solution may not be the best in the long term, one cannot constantly be planning ahead for further endeavours. Panic is not an ideal outcome. Either way, he will live, if be somewhat unconcious for a while."
"I must have imagined it," said Dorcan. "Anyway, if we're going, we'd best be off."
"Let's" Josh said making sure he had the last few pices of equipment he might find useful.
Morgan moved close to the sergeant and proceeded to confer with him, "alright sergeant, how do you wish to proceed into town? Do you wish to do it on foot or by vehicle? The last bit of the journey will be on foot at any rate, it would not be wise to approach the shack by vehicle."
Morgan waited for any input from the Rebellion squad leader.
"I'd like to go in by foot. They won't ever know we were in town till things go boom." Josh said "Just my two cents."
The sarge turned to Morgan.
"That's up to you. We're here to provide you with support. You are still actively in control of this mission." He said.
"I guess we are on foot and paw then. Let's be off."
Morgan moved off with classic military precision and signaling. Carefully he weaved his way through the densest portion of the forest until they reached the edge of town. He directed the team through alleyways and back streets, remaining as unseen as could conceivably be possible with a pair of complete non-professionals that negated much of the rebellion soldiers' stealth. At least Jexx could move quickly and as quiet as possible with his specialized maneuvering.
Unbeknownst to Morgan, Dorcan was not exactly a novice at stealth, having spent longer learning about it than the other had been alive. Sadly much of what he had learned was no longer practical without his shapeshifting ability or cloaking spells, but he had nonetheless learned the basics of what might be termed 'Being stealth'.
Having become accustomed to the subtle differences in his new body, he was able to move very quietly when he wanted to, and so he padded after Morgan, his soft footfalls masked entirely by those of the others. Ironically it was the disguise for his wings that hampered him the most.
The five soldiers assigned to them moved with a professionalism seen only in soldiers, though it was obvious that Morgan was more trained than any of them. But their training was, in itself, effective enough so that they would be able to keep up and not sound like a flatulent hippo while trying to sneak around.
(Bonus brownie points for anyone who gets the reference.)
Jexx was indeed quiet and unseen. When the team had gotten to the edge of the forest where it meets the town, Jexx had broken off and ran for a small building. He scaled it and began his above-the-streets method of getting around. He moved quickl and with a purpose. Every time he got to the edge of a building, he quickly peeked over to see if the coast was clear, pulled back for a second, then used his mechanical legs to jump to the next building, using his mechanical arms to grab on the ledge and flip over it. Soon, Jexx was on a building with the shed in sight. He activated his microcomms, looked over the edge to the shed, and prepared to report whatever he saw to the others...
Morgan guided the group through the town as best as he could, he endeavored to remain undetected by the local populous. After a handy bit of sneaking, the small force reached the area of the shack.
Security is apt to be a bit tighter since we were last here. Morgan thought to himself.
"Here we are, the shack is just ahead. I expect more significant resistance then the last time we were here. We must be swift when we silence them."
Indeed there was more resistance. A zealot was standing guard in front of the door, and was holding a light repeating plasma rifle. He didn't see or hear Jexx jump on the roof, so it was obvious that he wasn't paying attention.
"Hey! See anything out there!" A voice came from inside.
The zealot sighed and turned his head either way.
"Nothing!" He shouted back, and then went back to not paying attention.
From behind Morgan, one of the soldiers had his rifle up and aimed for the guard.
"I have a shot." He said quietly, and waited for the okay from Morgan.
"Take him. The rest of you move quickly, secure the area around the shack and clear the inside quickly." Morgan stated as he prepared to move once the shot was successful.
The rifle made a whining noise as it charged and then 'choom' as the shot rang out. The zealot barely had time to say "Wha" as the blast hit the side of his head, melting off a good portion of it as he hit the ground. He died instantly. The other soldiers moved in and quickly checked around the building. No other shots were heard. Someone shouted 'clear!' and one of the soldiers at the door kicked it in, and immediately rifles were in the door and firing. After a few moments another 'clear!' came from the building, and one of the soldiers motioned for the others to follow.
Dorcan made his way swiftly into the shed, uttering a muted oath as he saw that the generator box containing the armour had been removed.
"The trapdoor's in the corner," he said, gesturing to the soldier. "We don't know how extensive it is but I guess we'll have to find out."
Reaching into his backpack he pulled out the portable 'scope and began to prepare it hastily. If he could tap it into the conduits, it would be very interesting to see what kind of signals were going through them.
Josh stayed near the entrence faceing outside incase any brotherhood decided to investigate the noise that may have been outside when it happened.
Jexx hopped two more roofs, then scaled down to the ground, entering the shed from the backdoor. He met up with the small group inside. "Aw, none for me?" He complained.
Like Josh, Morgan kept watch. He took up position on the roof of a nearby building with his rifle out and ready. He watched the approaches and kept in contact with the team in the shack via his link.
Morgan utilized the secure transmission line, I am keeping an eye on the approach from the tower. My anti-materiel rifle is silenced, unlike your squad's plasma weapons, I'll snipe from nearby roof. Let me know if you need any assistance in there.
It seemed that Morgan was stationing himself on the roof, and Dorcan didn't like what that implied. If he were flesh, his mouth would have been unusually dry. The doberman checked the scope yet again, trying to ignore the obvious conclusion, pretend it wasn't happening.
Morgan isn't going to lead us, he's covering us and so is Josh. Jexx is too used to working alone and the others are under our command, so that must mean... I'm... in charge. Blinking rapidly he composed himself and looked the soldier straight in the eye.
"Well," he said, the radio echoing his words, "I guess it's time we began to explore the tunnel. It could very easily be boobytrapped, and that means we'll have to have someone in front. I think the risks are obvious, so we will need... a volunteer."
As he spoke he removed his cap and placed it in the backpack. Underground, his uncomfortable disguise would not be necessary.
"Boobytraps? Obvious risks? Dangerous? Need a volunteer?" Jexx said, smiling. "You insult me! Instead of just pretending to hand the job out to anyone, why not actually give it to me when you know that I'm the only one who'll do it? Pah!" Jexx said, walking over to the tunnel hatch, trying to look fake-irritated, but failing because he was still grinning to himself.
He opened the hatch and jumped down into the pitch-black tunnel. "Time to see just how the innards of the Brotherhood of the Machine work..." He said, morphing in his handcannons and powering them up, illuminating the tunnel ahead in an eerie red glow.
Josh laughed. "somehow I'm not surprised,nor dissapointed with that decision Jexx." He drew his trusty and lightly rusty nines. "Don't suppose there's a chair in here?"
"I was hoping for someone with a little more training," Dorcan said, "or less to lose if the worst happens. But if you insist, at least take this..." glancing around as he spoke, he found a piece of scrap metal in the shape of a longish rod and threw it down after Jexx.
"Wave that in front of you as you walk. It won't help against infrared or RADAR-triggered autoguns, but it should give you an early warning if they've strung monofilament wire or something through the tunnel."
My first order, and Jexx has already run off. Some leader I make, he thought darkly.
Jexx morphed his left handannon back into a hand and picked up the metal pole Dorcan threw down. He held it so that one end was under his metal arpit and guided by his hand. He waved it around a little experimentally, seemed satisfied, and began walking. He didn't like the fact that his firepower and light was cut in half but it might be neccessary.
"Autoguns I can handle. I know the Brotherhood have all kinds. In fact, I've seen all kinds of Brotherhood hardware up close and personal before, I would be safe in saying I know almost all of their offensive and defensive techs inside and out. I've never heard of wire being dangerous though, that must be something from wherever you come from, but I wouldn't put it past the Brotherhood to have made something like that."
Jexx then tried to turn around, but the pole stopped him. He setteld for turning his right arm and head to face back. The red glow from his handcannon went all the way back to the watch, "Well?" He said. "Are you guys gonna follow or what?? I thought the reason I couldn't explore this place the first time was because I didn't have backup. Come on, slowpokes!"
It seems that Jexx wasn't going to run off by himself after all.
Dorcan picked up a couple of other long pieces of scrap, and turned to the soldiers. "Okay, then?" he said, "Let's go."
So saying, he enabled his internal light-amps and climbed down the hatchway himself.
Glancing around the tunnel, he examined the conduits, tracing the cables to find a junction box where he could attach the 'scope for a reading.
The other soldiers quietly followed suit, weapons at the ready. This was unfamiliar territory. There was no telling what would...
*Click*
Someone had stepped on a plate, tripping a switch. There was a mechanical droning sound and then another several clacks and then some more droning noises.
"Antipersonnel turrets." The techie soldier said. "A bunch of 'em. Probably got lead bullets in 'em. They haven't seen us yet, they have a limited range of vision. They're not invulnerable though, shoot 'em enough and they'll blow up. Be careful."
The soldier then fell silent.
"Are they autonomous?" Dorcan asked, looking up from a wiring loom he'd exposed. "...or are they relaying everything they see back to the Brotherhood? For that matter, what about the trigger? If we destroy it, won't that be reported back too?"
So saying, he attached the probes to two of the cables. Come to that, what about what I'm doing? The scope should be safe enough, it has to be non-invasive for diagnostic purposes, and the junction box doesn't seem to have tamper-detection, but all the same...
A waveform appeared on the scope, and he hit 'Record'.
"Morgan," he asked over the comms, "What was the frequency of the chip transmissions?"
The moment Jexx heard the sound of the turrets, he sprang into action reflexively. He dropped the pole he was holding with his left hand, morphing it into his handcannon as he went. He ignored the talking behind him; it was just a distraction from the danger. The entire tunnel ahead of him was bathed in the red glow from his twin handcannons at the ready, and saw turrets with a practiced eye. With absolutely no delay, the barrels flared to life, a constant stream of red plasma balls spewing forth. Being completely unarmored or protected in any way, Jexx had near-perfected his way of dealing with threats: fry them to crisps before they could shoot back, arcade-style. Normally, Jexx would also be able to dodge, but that wasn't an option in the cramped tunnel. However, he was only firing in the one direction of the tunnel. Everyone else was behind him, and he had no choice but to trust them to take care of anything that could be in that direction.
Morgan replied over the comm channel, "The signal varies between 500 to 510 Hz and it is buried in a 2.42GHz carrier. I am sending all relatively important signal information in an attachment to this message."
Morgan continued to scan the area, providing cover with his small cannon-rifle. He ran a hand through his red hair and sighed, "I should have worn some sunscreen, I really don't like sunburn, nor do I want to get more freckly."
Morgan thought he might have heard something below the roof top off to his left...
This is going to be baseband of course, Dorcan thought, so... aha.
"Thanks Morgan, this is probably it..." he replied, "a 500hz signal feed. Now, I'd like to compare the waveforms so we can be absolutely sure... how do you suggest I open the attachment? I need to get it into the storage 'scope, but I think I've only got an audio picku-"
"JEXX!" he roared as there was an explosion from the front. "What the hell are you doing?"
Still clutching the 'scope, he moved quickly to where the the turret was to inspect the damage, his lip curling as he did so.
"We don't know what these cables do, but they're carrying the signal that's being transmitted," he said, and it took a great effort of self-control to keep his voice level and not snarl at him. "Until we know what happens to someone with the chip when the signal goes down, we cannot risk damaging them or we could quite possibly kill most of the town."
The tech soldier went with Dorcan and inspected the wreckage.
"The good news is that there's no transmitter. These are just autonomous drones." He said. "The bad news..."
There was the humming of the other turrets moving.
"They're actively watching the tunnel now." He said. "At first, they were just set on passive mode. They stayed in one position and if anything came into view, it got shot. But now they're scanning."
Mean while back at camp.
Sally has been scanning and examining Bill with Chad, the security guard, as the technicians examine the remove control chip. They have recorded all the data they could from the damage chip. Keeping Bill in an isolate EMF, he seems to be doing Okay, his control chip is still dormant with no activity. Not even a clock pulse....On the other hand, Chad's old chip continues to show major activity as much as a fully functioning chip with the clock pulses speeding up. Both chips are still in the Electromagnetic Isolation field. But Chad's chip was exposed to a unknown chemical, which the lab boys are still working on.
Bill is fine, awake and has expressed a desire to disassemble one warbot....
Sally says "We are not 100% sure, but the carrier RF signal seems to what activates for the control chips. Still the chips do go into a standby mode until they receive new instruction or a RF carrier wave."
We are going to test Chad's old chip with a carrier wave only"
PBH
{ooc If I'm dead wrong about anything in this post please Ignore}
"Taking down all the turrets in front of us, what's it look like I'm doing?" Jexx said, his arms and handcannons still outstreatched. "I don't know about you, but I'm the kind of guy who doesn't like taking risks, as in, risking an opponent even the slightest chance of being able to shoot me. So I make sure I'm always the first--and last--one to shoot. And what if 'someone come looking'? You see reinforcements, I see more cannon fodder."
Jexx nodded toward the remaining turrets, far down the tunnel. "In this case, I made sure there isn't any possible way we can now be shot by those turrets if we stay right here. They may be looking for us now, but I've seen these all the time. We are now out of range of the ones left. If we stay here for a little while, the turret-computers will probably chalk it up to a freak accident.
"So, basically, there was a possible threat. There is no longer a possible threat. Happy now?"
Jexx then moved to the side of the tunnel and sat down, crossing his arms and muttering "Berserkers are so underapreciated..." to himself under his breath.
"As long as you haven't damaged any of the cabling I'll be happy, yeah..." Dorcan replied, his headwings slowly folding back into place as he calmed down.
"Remember, we have a mission, and that mission is to study this facility, and find out whether it is safe to shut it down. If - and only if - we can be sure that doing so won't kill half the town, then we destroy it. Until that time we should try to do as little damage as possible."
"Seriously, Jexx in operations like this you have to stop and think about the consiquences. What if destroing those triggered an alarm and that 'cannon fodder' came in droves and killed the whole lot of you?! I lost one family and if you keep acting like a child i will come down there and make sure you don't force me to lose another!" Josh sounded like he was spitting poision through the comms. "Got that?!"
Morgan continued to speak on the comms as he moved over to the left side of the roof, "If you need to open the attachment, I suggest you use a computer with wireless capability. Just connect it to our comm network. The tech guy the soldiers have with him should have one."
Morgan reached the roof edge and peered over. Below, a local police officer was having a pleasant conversation with a postal carrier.
"Bloody hell, the local constabulary is in the area. Not a problem as long as we remain low profile."
Morgan caught the cannon fire and conversation as it streamed across the channel, "Gods, can you all try and not alert the entire Brotherhood, I only brought a few hundred rounds for this sniper."
A small chuckle sounded over the intercom after Morgan's statement, quickly followed by a voice new to the group. It was quiet, with a somewhat breathy quality picked up from years of speaking in a soft voice.
"Only a few hundred? Peh, that's pathetic. I brought a few thousand..."
The source was a rust-red furred fox stationed on a high rooftop, giving him a point from where he could see the entire city. He was on one knee, expertly holding a long-barreled sniper rifle which he swept back and forth along the approach to the tower.
"You really should bring more. After all, as a sniper there's no telling when your next opportunity to re-arm will be."
"Who are you and how did you get into our comms loop?" Dorcan barked. His headwings had flapped out again as they often did when he was alarmed, but he kept the panic from his voice. HQ never told us about this... he must be with the Brotherhood!
The fox on the other end of the comm chuckled a second time at Dorcan's surprise. "Hey, hey, calm down there. I'm on your side. The name's Ram Ei'Sona, codename 'Eraser'. Freelance Sniper for the Rebellion and, today, your Guardian Angel." As he spoke, Ram gave his rifle an affectionate pat.
Dorcan was taken aback, and wasn't quite sure how to respond.
"Very well," he said eventually, "I can't see what's going on up there so without being able to make an informed decision, I'll leave it to Morgan and Josh's judgement."
But I don't trust you.
Returning to the job at hand, he turned to the technician, and said "Morgan told me that you should have a handheld computer of some description. I need to download the signal in an attachment from by comms unit into this storage 'scope. Do you think you could help me sort that out? "
The tech whipped out his laptop, opened it, and fired it up.
"Alright, all we need to do is figure out how to set up the interface. Tell me exactly what you need." He said.
He started up a programming IDE and started making a framework for the interface.
"Well, I was hoping we could simply use it to do some kind of data transfer between the comms unit and this 'scope," Dorcan said, the technical problem providing a welcome distraction from the burden of leadership. "I mean, it's a digital storage oscilloscope, so it's got to have some form of I/O for archiving the recorded signal. Failing that, if you can just output the waveform from the attachment as audio, we could attach the 'scope probes to the headphone jack or whatever and record it into the 'scope like that. At a pinch, if you've got a software 'scope, we could just do a side-by-side comparison of the screens. We only really need establish if the waveforms look the same."
Jexx was lost in his own depraved, murderous thoughts (about the Brotherhood, of course), when the new voice came over the microcomm channels. Initially, he didn't attribute much to it, but after Dorcan became very agitated, Jexx slowly pulled out of his own mind. He heard the stranger continue over the microcomms, and when the guy was done, Jexx just sat there, with a slightly contorted, anngry stare on his face. Then Dorcan and one of the soldiers started speaking some technobabble. One of Jexx's eyelids just twitched.
"Oh, I give up..." He thought to himself. He settled for propping his head up in the wall with his left arm, and helf his right handcannon out off in the empty direction of the trouble. A simple watch-guard...