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Post by Sunbringer on Oct 24, 2020 8:53:28 GMT -8
[/i][/ul][/font] [/i] I agree, I think this would be a good time to sit down and hammer out some details in our specific context."[/ul][/font] *She casts a frigid gaze around at the groups of employees assembled here and there near the viewports to the construction bays. Office Worker #7, Raloren Sondragg, accidentally makes eye contact and quickly looks back to his portfolio.**She raises one eyebrow and turns her focus back to Voss. The Sun Guard upholds a particular set of values and ideals, that is without question. Tailoring a fleet through the lens of those criteria is an endeavor well worth the effort. The man who stood before her would certainly be a key piece to the puzzle.* |
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Post by Standash Thul on Oct 26, 2020 6:32:20 GMT -8
Of course, follow me.The Administrator leads the group back to the executive offices. There was a comfortable waiting room attached. The Administrator's office was spacious, but it couldn't hold the entire group. No one would admit that this was deliberate. This made leaders of negotiations separate themselves. Three or four people could comfortably fit in the office to negotiate, and there were chairs for three others. Kuat still maintained a feeling of class systems and those thoughts had made their way up to the Drive Yards.
We can conduct the conversation in my office, the rest of you make yourselves comfortable. Service droids are around to get you anything you require. Shall we?
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Post by Sunbringer on Oct 26, 2020 12:57:42 GMT -8
*Upon taking note of the capacity of the office, Nola promptly makes a few subtle gestures with her hands. Accordingly, she, Kavaun, Severyn, and Callum position themselves before the office door; Dexton, Akyra, Jaedon, Allan, Seliah, and Giyana will remain outside with the company of the service droids. The six left on guard in the foyer take their seats in pairs. Seliah makes to motion over a refreshment droid, but Akyra catches her hand mid-gesture and shakes her head in disapproval. This is not the time to consume more alcohol. Seliah wrests her arm angrily away from Akyra as Giyana, sitting across the way from her, giggles softly. Jaedon, meanwhile, gestures for a server bot to come over; rather than place an order, however, he inspects the make, model, and the weathering on the unit.*
*The other four step through the threshold, and the door hisses shut behind them. The four take a moment, still standing, to appreciate the vastness of the room. Spacious and lavish - one could easily get used to such accommodations as this. Each of the four note how, in every aspect, their spartan homes on Thyrsus and mobile quarters on board the Luminous Flux pale in comparison to Voss's office.*
*Nola steps forward and takes a seat on the guest side of the Administrator's desk. The other three remain standing behind her, but take a few strides closer, Severyn and Kavaun on her right and Callum on the left. She procures a datapad - different from the one that they'd been given for the tour. Illuminating the screen, a hologram projection flickers to light and is cast up from the surface. This pad contains the consolidated information of the Sunbringer's military organization. Nola begins to slide it across the desk to Voss with her left hand, but then pauses, index finger pinning the device down.**She turns her head to the right and glances out of the corner of her eye. Kavaun meets her gaze and wordlessly bobs his head once, slowly. Nola continues.*
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Post by Standash Thul on Oct 27, 2020 7:52:38 GMT -8
The executive smiles. This happens often. While there were things that they were not allowed to do, per the First Order, the deals made here were privet.
My Lady, every large client has those same concerns. KYD could not survive as a a company if we didn't value client's privacy. The only records we keep are internal. I like to have a personal recording, to help me remember conversations later so I can better provide for your needs.He holds up a recorder and shows that it is off and puts it in a mag box.But I understand that, many would prefer not. I can assure you there are no other such divices in this office.
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Post by Sunbringer on Oct 27, 2020 10:00:40 GMT -8
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*She did not need to watch the action of Kavaun behind her, such was her confidence in the capability of her comrade to execute her instruction.*
*In one swift motion, Kavaun's hand slips to his left hip. His suit pants flicker slightly as his hand slips beneath the holoshroud, a well-practiced reach to grasp the hilt of one of the eight vibroknives that he carries. Clenching it lightly between his thumb and index knuckle, and without activating its vibrogenerator, he coolly whips the right arm out in a backhanded gesture. The knife emerges from the holographic image of business clothes, and flies from his fingers along a dart-like trajectory on a course that seeks to end with it burying itself up to the quillon in the middle of the unfortunate Administrator's forehead. With immaculate form, Kavaun's arm finishes with full extension of the right elbow; index, medius, and thumb all pointed directly out in a line from his shoulder to the face of Administrator Voss.*
*Callum, the Echani, bears by nature a more cautious attitude than his Thyrsian cousins. At Nola's signal of deactivating the holopad, he draws from his holoshroud-concealed hip holster his Verpine shatter pistol. Adopting a two-handed stance, he draws a bead on Voss but awaits the outcome of the knife throw before firing. He knows what the throw will do, he has seen it strike people dead numerous times in the past. And yet, still, he hunts the infinitesimal probability that it may not strike home. Such embers must be extinguished before erupting into a wildfire.*
*For his part, Severyn sits calmly. Too many cooks spoil the stew, he reasons. Kavaun can handle this, and Callum is adequate backup. And besides, he has his own job to do. His jaw clenches, as though chewing on a morsel of particularly difficult meat. But then the clenching works its way lower, into the chin, and then higher, into the forehead. His complexion seems to become pallid.*
*Nola maintains her fixed stare into the pupils of Voss. She sits, immobile, and readies herself to deliver the eulogy she has been preparing since their first greeting.* |
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Post by Standash Thul on Oct 29, 2020 8:38:46 GMT -8
Time seemed to slow as he saw the knife spin at his forehead. He was aware of what was happening, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had been caught unexpecting, focused only on the big sale. In this time slowed moment he thought of all the possibilities. A rival family assassinating him, someone from another ship yard looking to hurt Kuat, even the Moff choosing this way of replacing him. The last thought was the the truth and the one that hit him the hardest. He was nothing but a small player in a larger game, this had nothing to do with him. That was his last thought and realization as the blade entered his skull and frontal lobe, in the end he was nothing.
Voss had always been annoyed at the executive board for their insistence on passive health monitoring for executives. The stress of the job left many in early graves, so their vitals where constantly monitored, changes would bring doctors, sudden changes would bring stormtroopers. Silently the monitor sent a signal that brain activity instantly stopped indicating violent death. The rank bar received a command to begin recording and transmitting. Security began receiving the feed and began prepping troopers. They could see the now armored warriors in the office, abet sideways.
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Post by Sunbringer on Nov 2, 2020 15:19:15 GMT -8
*A few drops of blood splatter across Nola's forehead. Unfazed, she returns her holopad to her belt and stands. His corpse has slumped to the ground behind the desk, out of sight to the lot of them. Their holoshroud disguises remain active, and they are not in the line of sight of the camera feed that they are unaware has begun transmitting. Nola speaks.**The four of them stand at attention - Callum returning his pistol to its holster as quickly as he'd drawn it - and in unison clap their clenched right fists onto their left breasts. And in unison, half a beat after, they murmur:* *After paying their respect in this way to Voss, they spend no more time delaying. Suddenly it is back to business. Callum, Nola, and Kavaun don their helmets*[/i][/font][/ul][/font] [/i][/font][/ul][/font] *Kavaun laughs. He strides over to Voss and withdraws the dagger from his forehead, inspecting it.*[/i][/font][/ul][/font] *As the seconds elapse, Severyn is undergoing a transformation. He is a Thyrsian by adoption only: the man himself is a Shi'ido, older by a factor of three than the next-eldest of the Celestial Guards (Akyra, as it turns out). And so as the contortion of his skin subsides, and he switches off the image of his holographic disguiser, what stands in their midst is a replica of Administrator Voss in the heavy armor of a Sun Guard. His voice wobbles slightly as he utters his first words in his newly-shifted skin.* *He clears his throat, working to fix the undulations.**It's Callum, again. His right hand flies up to the side of his helmet, signaling the others. Accordingly, the other two switch over to thermal imaging mode and perform a visual sweep of the room. Callum, ever the cautious one, had decided to verify. Not many species can survive a knife to the brain, but enough exist that it is worth confirming the kill. After death, body temperature falls at a rate of 0.1 degrees per minute (well within the temperature sensitivity of any halfway decent IR detector, and two orders of magnitude higher than the one installed on the Sun Guards' helmets). Sure enough, the temperature on Voss's body Callum notes to be steadily dropping in realtime -- all except for the chest badge. As the camera feed began streaming the room to security, the electronics temperature correspondingly started rising instead of falling. The photoreceptor of any image processor quickly becomes warm to the touch, if one were to feel it - warm to the touch indicating higher than body temperature. And Callum noticed the small rectangular device beginning to illuminate itself in the thermal view.**This call-out comes from Kavaun. Responding with half a nod, Severyn draws a pistol - not his Verpine shatter gun, but rather his SSB-1 static pistol. Among the four in the room, for clear and obvious reason, he is the only one who carries this type of weapon. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, the Voss look-alike fires a bolt of electricity into the rank badge of the Voss corpse. The intention is to fry the circuitry of the camera and mitigate the ongoing damage of broadcasting the inner room's deliberations.*[/i][/font] "...Intel and evac."[/ul][/font] [/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *The six sitting outside of the office where all the excitement was happening were not privy to any audible clues to what took place. Knife is perfect; Verpine shatter gun is almost as good, since it is also nearly silent - but it may leave behind a crater in the wall, or a big gaping entry and exit hole in clothes that were meant to be worn by their resident Shi'ido. Solar pike, sacred though the weapon is, makes too much of a mess to be an effective assassination tool. You've got to clean up all the blood and viscera afterwards. So that is to say, they knew they would not be hearing any indication of the mission's progress, so they sit there waiting to receive communication. As they sit there in a more or less comfortable silence, the muffled crackle of a comlink splits the air from the inside of Dexton's helmet.*
*The silence is no longer comfortable.*
*Three of the six Sun Guards out here are armed with a TTT-54 grenade launcher, which - for their army - carries EMP munitions in addition to their normal fragmentation and thermal ordnance. Dexton is one of those so equipped; he reaches beneath his shroud and procures one, rolling it to the middle of the floor. Then, as the timer on the grenade counts down, he and his cohorts ready their combat de-ionizers from their utility belts. The intent is to knock out the service droids as well as any cameras or other circuitry in this room, and then to restore functionality to the electrical components of their armor suits.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *The detonation of the EMP grenade is accompanied by a small flicker of the helmets' visual feeds, hardly noticeable. A closed room - which the waiting room is - often does a decent job of shielding transient EM fields.*
*Severyn has skin-shifted back into his Thyrsian form, and has begun attempting to locate and access Administrator Voss's computer system. He is armed with the corpse of the recently deceased, in case of any bioencryption security measures on the machine. In the event of a lack of such a method of entry, his backup armament is an anti-security knife to perform old-fashioned slicing into the system.*
*Nola Jir has pulled up a digital copy of the emergency evacuation routes for the Kuat Drive Yards business office. In case of an unmitigable fire or other such phenomenon, physical evacuation is always the best means of survival (and even in case of a mitigable fire, civilians should be out of the way of emergency response personnel). So the routes are communicated to visitors and employees alike. Until Severyn manages to access the computer system and can download a more complete blueprint of the building, this will have to make do. She disseminates the routes to the other nine through their comm system.*
*Kavaun and Callum open the door to the inner office and head out to the main area to join the other six, closing the door behind them. It was not clear how long they would have until someone came to pay them a visit, but what was absolutely clear was that they could contribute nothing more to the operation inside the office. Leaving that to Severyn and Nola, they would assess the situation from out here.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Their egress from the office finds them in the company of the six, whose holoshroud disguises have been switched off (due to deactivation from the EMP). They have de-ionized their armor and helmets, but did not bother to switch their holo-disguise units back on. Kavaun and Callum follow suit; now it's eight Sun Guards, with helmets on and gear visible to the world (if any cameras have survived the knockout).*
*Kavaun announces his deferral of chain-of-command.**Dexton inclines his head. He then issues a series of gestures, including pointing at various members of the Guards, the door, and other assorted movements. In response, the eight assemble into groups of four, two, and two. Seliah, Callum, Kavaun, and Akyra are together; Dexton and Giyana are one group of two, and the other pair is Jaedon and Allan. The group of four approaches the door leading out into the hallway, with the other groups of two establishing a spaced-out vanguard. Seliah shoulders her TTT-54 grenade launcher, concussion grenades loaded. Kavaun arms himself with Verpine shatter pistols, guns akimbo. Callum and Akyra each ready smoke grenades in one hand, and in Callum's other hand he grips his Solar Pike, and then the four swiftly open the entrance and survey the surrounding hallway in preparation to exit the room. Depending on the response time of security, they may or may not be looking into a coast that's clear.*
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Nov 12, 2020 5:53:01 GMT -8
Aboard the Conservator-class Star Destroyer Charybdis, Dockyard 59-F"Status report, Commander Tosko.""Nothing out of the ordinary, ma'am. Hangar section A-3 is still under repair and the engineers have ended their shift for today. Section A is still sealed off, no further reports from our Spacetroopers. Seems like everything's going smooth."With a cup of caf in his hands, the Nautolan officer was handing over the complete report on the datapad towards their superior.
Jenia could reason the chill atmosphere aboard the ship, given that there was barely anything to do for the crew men during the time of the Charybdis' repair. Most of the officers had already been sent to the surface for vacation, while solely a minimum crew and the Stormtrooper garrison was maintained in order to keep the ship safe and functional in case of an emergency.
To some point it was probably paranoia, which had told the Grand Admiral to maintain these safety measures, but expieriences in the past had already shown her, that even within friendly territory the enemies of their Empire would operate as they pleased.
Perhaps this is the curse of being an admiral of the Imperial Navy...
She laid aside the datapad, while overlooking the bridge of the Charybdis with only a dozen of officers administrating the monitors under dim-lit conditions. Outside the window she could already see the blue-green orb below them, that was Kuat. To their sides the massive shipyard ring, which also held them in place. When looking down upon the ship, she could still see the fractured hole, which the smugglers had blown into the side of the ship by nearly detonating an entire charge of kyber crystals.
Without the safety locks on most containers it might have been perhaps enough to sink the flagship.
This was now three days ago and since then the damaged portside was at least sealed until a replacement for the missing section could be manufactured. Overall though the Charybdis was on a good way to recover, as most other ship systems were still functional.
Overall it seemed to be calm day.
A regular day like any other...
"Grand Admiral, we recieve a message from Harbour command, security alert!", one of the present Imperial Navy Captains suddenly responded. A brief look towards her Novatrooper bodyguards revealed to the Grand Admiral, that he spoke the truth. Something was going on, of which the Imperial marines got informed.
As most officers looked confused towards the Stormtrooper marines, Jenia immidiately took action by grabbing the comlink.
"All crewmembers to the available stations, call back the space troopers. Prepare the Charybdis for leaving the dockyards within the next minutes. This is an order by the Grand Admiral, Code 1-8-7."
Commander Tosko gave the Grand Admiral at first a questioning look, but then nodded.
"We presume that whoever stirrs up trouble within the shipyards might steal one of the ships.", he eventually asked from his controll panel, as Grand Admiral Kasalle took her position on the bridge, her usual cold look within her eyes.
"Negative, Commander", she solely responded, as activity aboard the ship increased, "I always presume the worst case. For now we will leave the dockyards and observe the situation from outside... because something isn't right, if they sent a silent alert to just the security forces..."
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Post by Standash Thul on Nov 12, 2020 8:18:18 GMT -8
Inside the main shipyard security office, the trooper on watch watched and his blood boiled. There was an almost passive expectation that executives would "work themselves to death" that was the main reason the monitors were installed. That way, the security office could send medical personal quickly. There was also the thought of poising or other covert assassination attempts. The Officer on duty never imagined someone would be foolish enough to actually attack within Kuat. He watched and listened to what was happening. As he did he initiated a plant wide lockdown. If someone was dumb enough to try this, they could be foolish enough to try something more. He mobilized the closest security group and contacted the station garrison. He sent an alert out to all First order forces in the system. It was better to error on the side of grand event, than narrow it down to isolated incident through investigation. He made sure the rest of the board was secure in their hardened areas, then contacted the Grand Moff's skyhook.
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Post by Sunbringer on Nov 13, 2020 8:47:03 GMT -8
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Nola gazes over Severyn's shoulder as he proceeds to slice into Voss's computer system. Close enough to see, but not so close that it would be rude. In Thyrsian society, respect for personal space is highly valued - perhaps because of the combat traditions that have been passed down over the years. Violation of boundaries, when perpetuated by strangers, is seen as an act of deliberate aggression. Nola and Severyn are close enough that these conventions can be set aside, but default attitudes have a powerful impact on behavior, especially when one's mind is fixed on a pressing situation at hand.*[/font][/ul] [/font][/ul] *The Celestial Guards had come to Kuat Drive Yards with a map of the station itself, of course. Such information is in the public domain of the HoloNet for anyone to view. Jaedon had even browsed some real estate listings for the civilian sectors to get an idea of what neighborhoods would be good ones to visit, if it came to that. Yet, the floor layout of the Drive Yards Business Offices is not readily accessible information. Slicing into a computer on the KDY internal network is the simplest way to access that. External network slices are easy to mitigate, at least by comparison to a compromised system that is already on the inside.*[/font][/ul] *As Nola receives the upload of the office building, Severyn navigates his way through the Administrator's computer system, retrieving as much data as he could figure to be useful. Most of the immediately accessible information were files containing recent purchase orders and organizational charts. He sighed lightly and began uploading those, too. It is useful intel, but the immediate value is low; he'd much rather find something like an alarm system override (although he doesn't really expect the Administrator to have had access to a convenient button like that). Severyn muses for a moment before redoubling his search efforts: Voss had been sharp in his knowledge of the ships being sold. There's a good chance that he could recover a number of KDY blueprints, designs, and research/development thrusts. Those could be of great benefit.*[/font] *He mutters. Nola chuckles at the joke while the map upload completes. She transmits it immediately to the rest of the Thyrsian team.*[/ul] [/font][/ul] [/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *The coast, as it turns out, was indeed clear. Seliah, Kavaun, Callum, and Akyra fan out: two left, two right, quickly creating distance from the waiting room doorway. The other four - Dexton, Giyana, Jaedon, and Allan - subsequently trickle out from the room. Dexton has readied his SSB-1 static pistol, Jaedon and Allan each hold their Verpine shatter rifles, and Giyana carries her Solar Pike. All look to Dexton, who taps his fingers sharply on his right breastplate. With a sharp nod, they peel out, breaking into a brisk trot down opposite ends of the hallway.*
*Their visor feeds are interrupted by the inbound transmission of the acquired map of Kuat Drive Yards. They arrive at their designated locations at the hallway doors; and in near-unison, Kavaun opens the doors by his side and Akyra opens those by hers, with Seliah and Callum covering them. Dexton, who has gone with Kavaun, stops his jog, enlarging the map on his visor HUD and taking more than a few seconds to study it. Giyana moves ahead of him towards Seliah and Kavaun, standing back by a few meters. On the other side, Jaedon and Allan have done similarly relative to Akyra and Callum. Assuring that the two doors in the hallway remain clear, the ensemble waits for Dexton's next orders.*
*Satisfied with his study of the layout, Dexton jogs to rejoin the other three at his end of the hallway. He transmits over the group's comm:*[/font][/ul] *And, before the splintering of the group breaks visual contact between them all, he strikes a final salute.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *In response to the orders, Akyra ventures swiftly through the doorway, followed by Callum, Jaedon, and Allan. Their end of the hallway is the back end, made apparent from the map of KDY. The surrounding rooms are all open-floor cubicle farms, a dead-end sector of the building where bright-eyed business graduates are stashed away to have their dreams slowly crushed between the cogs of the Imperial machine. Not even, like, the big important cogs, either. This is stuff like analyzing the profit margins on the last quarter's TIE/sf sales and whether that can be used to justify space allocation for the engineering team on the fifth floor to onboard another two members.*
*They're not there for the workers, though. They split up and individually file through the cubicle maze, passing names like 'Raloren Sondragg' posted on the prefabricated walls, two to a cube. The Thyrsians pay it no heed, instead converging on the evacuation staircase. Any so-inclined office workers might be free to try to impede their progress, but that is a lethal proposition. In any corporate setting like this, the most common instruction to non-security force workers is to shelter in place. 'Keep your head down, don't leave your desk. Continue being productive.' Hopefully Office Worker #7 doesn't decide that he needs to use the bathroom at an inopportune moment such as this. There's still a good two hours left in the work day, and dying on the job hurts everyone.*
*At the escape door, they rendezvous and visually acknowledge each other. A moment after, with a sturdy kick that was not at all necessary, because the manual knob was easily within reach and the door was unlocked ("emergency doors to remain unlocked while the building is occupied," according to the stickered-on posting), Akyra breaches into the narrow, spiraling staircase.*
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *After delivering the orders, Dexton and his team proceed into an elevator lobby. Gleaming with white and black accents, this would be the route by which most (including they themselves, not that long ago) visitors would access the conference rooms. The elevators themselves were shown, by indicator lights above each's door, not to be on this floor. At least, not yet. Three of them were on higher floors, one was in motion. One was still down on the lobby level.*
*Dexton raises his right hand - the one not holding his static pistol - and juts his thumb out from the fist, pointing to the side. In response, Seliah grins beneath her helmet.*
*THOOMP, goes the sound of her TTT-54. One, two, three, four, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!*
*Four concussion grenades primed to detonate on impact smash into the doors of the elevator shafts, punching holes and taking no names. All of a sudden, the light panels start flashing red and alarms start sounding. It's not clear exactly what that indicates, as far as the system goes. But, access to this floor via elevator would probably be impeded by the twisted remnants of the outer doors being caved inward by the concussion grenade explosions, blocking the tube. Whether they'd operate at all, or be automatically taken completely out of service, was a different question.*
*The elevators and the emergency stairwells are not the only routes to this floor, however. There is a triple-wide, railing-free flight of stairs ascending linearly and spanning several floors from the main atrium. That is the checkpoint Dexton is leading his squad toward. A grim, tight-lipped smile adorns his face as the four of them hustle in that direction. He primes a smoke grenade in his right hand.* |
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Post by Standash Thul on Nov 17, 2020 7:21:32 GMT -8
Secondary security was in motion. Orders and procedures were clear, they did not need to be told what to do, A lockdown for the area was initiated, any executives left would be bunkered, and support staff all had secure hiding places to reach. Cyber security officers were already instituting anti slicing and hacking measures. KYD was one of the wealthiest companies in the galaxy, not just the First Order, as such they had their own very well paid team working with the First Order here. Before locking down the system, feedback charges were sent on all systems in the lockdown zone. Terminals were cheep to replace, their systems and anything attached received both a virus to corrupt everything, and a powerful feedback to physically short and overload any system. Droids on the received shutdown codes, and turned themselves off, locking down their own memory banks, not that they contained much.
A mix of first order storm troopers and KYD security cleared up to the lockdown area. 2 platoons of storm troopers, and around 36 KYD security personal made up the response, with others in reserve. They set up a parameter of barricades, cover and heavy weapons. Here they waited for orders. Communication jammers were deployed directed into the locked down area.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Nov 20, 2020 3:46:54 GMT -8
This is Grand Moff Thul. There has been an attack on the Drive Yards executive team, Administrator Voss is dead. At this time, it is unknown if this is an isolated incident or a part of a larger attack. All ships on red alert. Planet side, ground everything but garrison fighters. All first order assets present, transmit your operation status to the Hereb on secure channels. I need to know who and what we have here. I will be in rout to the Drive Yards myself to manage the situation from there.
"Grand Admiral Kasalle at your service, Grand Moff Thul", she greeted the other officer over the safe channel, "I already figured that something wasn't right, when the silent alarm for the Kuat Drive Yards officers went off, given that I oversaw the repairs on the Charybdis. Our Conservator-class Star Destroyer is currently en route to leave the shipyards towards your position, Hereb, shields activated."
She briefly paused with her open transmission towards all ships within the channel, before she sent one, that only the crew of the Hereb including their leader would recieve.
"Be careful though, Standash. Noone does simply raid a Shipyard and I have the bad feeling that this might only be the beginning", she added worried, much to the surprise of the surrounding officers around her, as it was unusual for the Grand Admiral to speak in such a way to another official, "Whatever it is we face, stay in safe distance towards the ring section. If the attackers have aready breached the inside of the shipyards, they might as well be in charge of its defenses. And worse, perhaps turn our own weapons against us. Keep that in mind, for we do not know our opponent yet."
Given the situation there were multiple possibilities of who might attack the First Order from within the heart of one of their most strategical interest points with either a group of Kuat Drive Yards officials or someone holding a high rank among the First Order, organizing a secret rebellion against the Emperor and his followers being the most likely candidates to pull off such a coup. Or worse, force users or other specialized task groups of which the First Order isn't even aware of.
Mere pirates or smugglers barely had the assets and skills to overcome the inner defenses of the system without being detected immidiately by regular security forces as potential threats. Jenia presumed that whoever was planning this attack upon the Kuat Drive Yards knew what they were doing. Now it would be on her term to oversee the progress on the operation before she could suggest the Grand Moff further strategies of fighting the unknown threat.
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Post by Sunbringer on Nov 23, 2020 17:18:31 GMT -8
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Severyn is in the process of navigating the server file hierarchy when the power surge bricks the system. He blinks twice in surprise at the suddenly blank screen in front of him. Admittedly, the assassination of Voss would call for cybersecurity response. But the fact that the countermeasure consists of this... He sighs and stands up from the computer terminal.*[/font][/ul] *Nola nods. She kneels next to the corpse of the Administrator, seeking to relieve him of anything of value, such as the code cylinders that officers of the First Order typically carry. She and Severyn then rise and don their helmets, jogging out of the office area. Severyn opens up his comm channel to the fleet.*
*It'll take some time for the fleet to move in response, but Severyn keeps the channel open for a response. Nothing, nothing - then, suddenly, static. Like the sound of fizz escaping from a freshly-opened carbonated beverage. Static. The realization sets in that they've just begun being jammed. He grimaces. Lucky for them to have gotten the transmission out. Whether the fleet responded, whether they'll come, would be a question that could only be answered in time. In the meanwhile, they'll just have to stay alive and get themselves to safety. Nola claps a heavy hand on Severyn's left shoulder pauldron. He seems to breathe a little more freely after that.*[/ul] {Continued in the Commenor system}*They enter the hallway, finding it eerily quiet. Security forces were not mustering here; they were gathering outside. Nor were office workers in the process of evacuating. The important ones were locking down in their safe rooms, wherever those might be. The unimportant peons were left sitting at their desks, wondering how slowly time would pass until the quitting hour, now that their computer systems had just been knocked out by the same electrical spike that took out Voss's system.*
*Nola and Severyn reach the elevator lobby, strewn with debris from the aftermath of Seliah's concussion grenade escapade. They stare for a moment.*[/font] *quips Nola. Severyn grins.*[/ul] *Between the two of them, Nola is the one who carries a Verpine shatter pistol. Severyn's sidearm, as you may recall, is an SSB-1 static pistol. He has a rifle variant of the Verpine gun, but it remains strapped to his back for the present. Nola pulls out her pistol and reaches around to flick open one of the pouches on her utility belt. Severyn, meanwhile, is peeking into the elevator shafts in much the same manner as a vagrant would investigate the contents of a crudely-opened can of food.*[/font][/ul] *Nola nods, and walks over.*
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Dexton's team has reached the main staircase uncontested. Below them, the atrium is essentially vacant, empty waiting chairs and tables keeping each other company until the lights go out. Beyond, as seen through the glass windows, in the courtyard outside the building, stormtroopers are in the process of setting up a series of barricades and what appears to be a disconcerting number of repeating blaster cannons. It is as Dexton expected: enacting containment measures until a large enough force could be mustered to assure a safe operation to overpower the entrenched Sun Guard. Nola's order to evacuate was appropriate, and - he mentally applauds himself - his choice to conduct a forked operation was key. But the real fight begins now.*
*As the team descends to the second floor of the building, Dexton flings his primed smoke grenade, which spans the lobby in three bounces and comes to rest a few meters from the entryway. His first step is to establish cover in the otherwise wide-open foyer. As thick clouds of smoke begin belching from the metal canister, Dexton gestures with his left hand - static pistol and all - pointing toward the entrance. The bottom two fingers peel from the handle of the gun. He and Seliah switch over to thermal vision, in preparation for the smoke to obscure visible wavelengths. Although their default visor systems upconvert infrared photons, the sensitivity of that type of optical detection is far less effective than simply switching over to the dedicated thermal detector, if you can handle the reduced range.*
*Descending toward the artificially produced smokescreen, Dexton holsters his SSB-1 and switches over to his main weapon, a TTT-54 grenade launcher, same as Seliah's. He comes to rest, taking cover afforded by the main desk of the reception area as a precaution against any stray suppressing fire that might come flying through the smoke. He slips off a clip from his ammunition belt and begins loading the grenade chamber - six shots in total. The Sun Guardians who carry these weapons are equipped with four variants: smoke, EMP, concussion, and thermal grenades. And although the chamber of the TTT-54 barrel is adjustable, to enable them to launch virtually any model grenades, the Sun Guard equipment has standardized the munitions that they carry. Dexton is loading his TTT-54 with concussion grenades. He glances over across the foyer - standing behind one of the large duracrete pillars lining the room, Seliah is doing the same. She'd shot four concussion grenades earlier, so she loads four thermal charges to top off the barrel. She and Dexton complete the reloading and make eye contact. With their comm frequencies being jammed by broadband interference, he can't ask her verbatim what he wants over the radio - but the Thyrsians have an extensive degree of nonverbal communication. Jamming communications, perhaps standard conops for military engagement, is substantially less effective against the Sun Guards than it would be when deployed against other species. Dexton simply gestures with an incline of his head.*
*Seliah responds with an upraised index finger, an opened palm, and a middle finger. Dexton laughs. About 150 meters to the perimeter, she thinks? That's well within the range of these launchers.*
*Before they can begin firing upon the barricade, however, klaxons begin blaring and lights begin flashing. The smoke ejected from the canister has been detected by the building's fire alarm system. Dexton had figured that this may be a possibility, but had not specifically accounted for it. Kuat Drive Yards' procedures were not totally clear in his mind. Would the employees typically have been instructed to evacuate? Or would the corporation be willing to risk their lives on the successful operation of the fire suppression systems? Of course, in a real fire, most people don't burn to death. Most people suffocate long before succumbing to the heat. A lack of oxygen is the main driver behind why to evacuate rather than just shelter in a fireproof room.*
*Meanwhile, Giyana and Kavaun have stayed on the second floor, making their way in the direction of the entrance along a balcony overlooking the entire atrium and with good view to the outside grounds. Giyana has put away her solar pike, given the lack of melee combatants for now, and has unslung her Verpine shatter rifle. Kavaun has no such weapon as the rifle, but he does have a Verpine pistol in each hand. They move with caution, headed toward a suitable vantage point. Kavaun, like the others, switches over to thermal vision to deal with the smoke cloud, but Giyana is making do with the reduced sensitivity of infrared transmission through the smoke on the regular visor optics. She needs the enhanced range. Not too far off in the courtyard, silhouettes are mostly discernible as they move their barricades into position. Giyana goes prone.*
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Akyra leads her team down the egress stairwell. Reaching the ground level, she peers through a transparisteel viewport to note the erection of the perimeter. Her field of view is restricted, but this far around the side of the building from the main entrance, she estimates about a dozen combined total of stormtroopers and security guards in the vicinity and gauges the distance. At roughly 100 meters away from the building, it's a long stretch of open ground to cover. Even if they were to use their jump packs to augment their running speed as much as possible, the team would be exposed for almost 10 seconds: too long to guarantee safe traversal. As they muster at the bottom of the stairs, Akyra casts a glance over her shoulder at the team. She speaks out loud, noting that accessible radio frequencies are being jammed.*[/font][/ul] *Akyra, like the two in the main lobby, begins readying her TTT-54; but she loads hers with EMP munitions. Allan and Jaedon have been holding his Verpine shatter rifles since the exit from the office; Jaedon grimly nods, and Allan stands ready. Callum had been holding his shatter pistol, but at instruction to breach, he holsters it again and grabs his solar pike. With the flick of a button on the hilt, much like a lightsaber, the pike comes to life. The tip of the weapon starts its super-heating routine, and the embedded vibrogenerator begins to hum. The hum is drowned out suddenly by the eruption of noise from the fire alarm system, however. Helmets turn to look at each other in a moment of confusion. If there is going to be a mass evacuation of workers, the team realizes they don't have very long before a stampede of civilians comes rumbling down the staircase and pours out this - and other - emergency exits.*
*Within seconds, Callum's solar pike is ready. He grips the weapon with both hands and plunges the tip of the weapon into the doorway, the combined effect of local thermal application and ultrasonic contact vibration enabling the weapon to slice through with little resistance, accompanied by a shower of bright red sparks. As he swiftly carves out a glowing rectangle not much smaller than the entryway itself, he twists his hands one-eighth of a turn, activating the magnetic clamp mechanism of the pike. Finishing the cut, the door begins to fall toward the ground - but Callum's magnetic clamp field catches it before it touches down. Spacing his hands out to a "choked up" grip on the solar pike, Callum now hoists the magnetically-levitated door a half meter in front of him. He and Jaedon take their first steps outside the facility, utilizing the metal slab as a crude form of mobile cover, making their way gradually across the distance in attempt to breach the First Order's newly-constructed line. Jaedon is ready with his shatter rifle, but Callum has his hands full with the door.*
*They had no delusions that they would not have attracted the attention of some stormtroopers as the door was liberated from its frame. At least the nearby ones. The sound might go unnoticed, depending on how loud the fire alarm system turns out to be on the outside of the building. But the glow? Probably not, that's probably going to have caught at least someone's eyes. Their saving grace here was that they were around the side of a jutted segment of the building from the main entrance - around a corner of the office cubicle farm which they'd just traversed - on the furthest edge of this side of the lockdown perimeter. A significant amount of the encircling enemy forces are obscured from view by part of the building itself (then again, the ones who can't really see them are probably more concerned with the goings-on in the main entryway). As Callum and Jaedon advance, Akyra kneels in the newly-evacuated doorway and launches an opening salvo consisting of a trio of EMP grenades from her TTT-54 in a low arc, flying at high velocity towards three spots on the barricades forming the far flank of the perimeter. They'll strike the barricades in locations separated by about 5 meters from each other, the pulse radii almost but not quite overlapping each other; the struck locations are directly in line with where Jaedon and Callum are headed. Allan stands in the doorway, rifle held at the shoulder, ready to take aim at any targets on the perimeter presenting anything like a decent target. Unfortunately, due to their lack of a shock-and-awe factor, shatter rifles are not effective at suppressing fire. The EMP grenades might have filled that role, somewhat (all the more so if they manage to knock out the visual systems of some of the stormtroopers' helmets). Jaedon and Allan's effectiveness with the rifles will not be in their ability to perform suppression, but rather in performing swift and quiet threat elimination.*[/font][/font] |
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Post by Standash Thul on Dec 10, 2020 8:56:42 GMT -8
As the Ship aproched a secured docking bay, Standash privately contacted the Grand Admiral.
The systems are wide. First Order interests are large and military, those systems are handling those. Kuat cares about internal cooperate espionage and sabotage, their systems are taking care of that. People have been trained for this.Her voice was confident, but there was a hint of worry that Standash hoped the Grand Admiral wouldn't catch. She was the closest thing that Standash had to a friend.It's the Job. I will be careful Jenia, you have command of the fleets. Keep me updated.She took a breath. She was in remarkable shape, but the armor weighed on her. Though it was likely the situation. She had stared down worse, normally her battles were over her legacy, the well beings and future of trillions. This situation was different. It was less and mare at the same time. Lives were the only things at play here, but the results were immediate. She had to re align her perspective. The inescapable truth was exactly as she told Jenia, it was her job. The station garrison had secured a docking bay for the Hereb that would let Standash reach the security controle room. Her guards, the green storm troopers and the heavily armored Hapans surrounded her.
JN-2639, sitrep?
Of course my Lady. The fortifications are in place, the aggressors have used smoke
to neutralize vision. It has set off the fire suppression systems. As of now, staff is adhering to threat priorities. They are still in their hardened positions. An R3 is on site, ready to live hologram you. The rest of the yards are being sweapt, %95 completion, no additional threats detected. The attack seems to be localized to that area.
The Grand Moff listens and nods her helmeted head.Good work sergeant. But keep everyone on high alert. The yards are shut down until I change that, re-Id check everyone.She approaches the recorder and transmitter. Her image and voice are transmitted to the the fortifications, the speakers loudly carry her words towards the bunkered invaders.
Hello, I am Grand Moff Thul of the First Order. I suppose congratulations are in order. No one has pulled something like this off here since the Galactic Civil War, even then it took more then this for these results. Now, this can end. Come out, helmets off, weapons down.
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Post by Sunbringer on Dec 14, 2020 15:35:50 GMT -8
[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Nola loads the grapple hook she had extracted from the pouch on her utility belt into her Verpine shatter pistol. Thanks to the modularity of the railgun, a wide variety of projectiles are possible ammunition. Having walked over to where Sev stands, looking up into the pried-open elevator shaft, Nola raises the weapon and fires it upward. The grapple hook flies with a length of fibercord trailing out in its wake. Out of sight, the hook's final resting place is announced with a dull thud as it embeds into the metal ceiling. Nola gives the cord a test tug, and then swings herself into the shaft. Severyn follows suit.*
*Once in the shaft, their objective is to ascend as quickly as possible. In any elevator shaft, there must be a maintenance access route. Those are almost invariably located at the top. They climb, periodically assisting their ascent with well-timed boosts from the jump packs in their armor. In less than a minute, they have ascended to the top of the building inside this shaft. Any conversation they would have been having was cut off due to the comm jamming and resonating noise of the fire alarm system.*
*In case of fire, do not use elevators.*
*At the upper reaches of the shaft, Nola peers around to locate the maintenance hatch. She fetches a secure foothold, and then produces her Solar pike in her left hand. As Callum did, not so long ago and not too far away, she begins to carve a hole into the door. This will be her and Sev's escape route.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Reaching the barricades, Callum and Jaedon are surprised to have encountered no resistance. Perhaps the EMP that Akyra had fired managed to effectively disable all of the firearms and visual systems in the vicinity. Or perhaps the troops were distracted by something else, such as the arrival of a V.I.P. Callum sets the door down onto the ground, and then pivots it to lean against the perimeter as he disengages the magnetic clamp of his Solar pike. Then, the two of them vault over the torso-height emplacements.*
*On the other side, Jaedon holds his rifle and performs a quick visual sweep. Callum switches to a single-handed grip with his Solar pike, and draws his Verpine shatter pistol with his left hand.*
*Akyra and Allan peer up the stairwell with caution. So far, there has been no sign of an evacuation of the worker population of the business office. It is unusual, Akyra thinks. Usually, evacuations are complete in less than five minutes' time, and often, the larger the company, the more they pride themselves on being able to conduct emergency response efficiently. So where is everyone?*
*The worst thing, she reasons, would be if the two of them needed to maneuver but could not do so due to the sudden emergence of a crowd. Therefore, the best course of action is to leave the stairwell.*
*For his part, Allan had noticed that the advance of Jaedon and Callum had gone smoothly. If those two could make it past the barrier, then so should he and Akyra, even though they wouldn't have the advantage of a door for cover. But he won't make a move without the order being given by Akyra.*
*That moment is now. She thrusts her hand forward, signaling that they should charge at full speed to get to cover. Ten seconds, that's what she estimated. Akyra hopes for two things. First, that the speed at which they travel (using their jump packs to jet over large stretches of ground as they run) will prove detrimental to the accuracy of any would-be fire. Second, that the breach of the perimeter by Jaedon and Callum will deflect the attention of any foes who would otherwise notice their approach.*
*As the two close in on that same stretch of barrier which Jaedon and Callum just hopped over, they are interrupted by the announcement from Grand Moff Thul.*[/b][/ul][/ul][/font][/font] *Down on the main floor, the one who fires their TTT-54 first is Seliah. The thermal detonator round is arrested by the transparisteel paneling in the entryway. With an explosion that is more damaging, but less satisfying in terms of sound and shockwave, the translucent material is obliterated with a shower of fragments blown outward. Dexton prepares to empty his magazine through the opening that Seliah has just created, but before he can do so, pauses.*
*The broadcast voice of the Grand Moff is reaching his ears. Even amplified, it is barely discernible over the noise of the klaxons.*[/font][/quote][/ul] *Seliah, Giyana, and Kavaun hear it, too.*
*It doesn't take Dexton's insight for the four of them to decide that it sounds like a trap. Helmets off and weapons down? Like nerfs to the slaughterhouse. Dexton ponders for a moment. The rest are not inclined to wait. Seliah raises her TTT-54 to fire again - this next round will fly all the way to the barricade, through the balistraria that she has just improvised in the building. But, before she can let it loose, Dexton stops her with the gesture of an upraised fist.*[/font][/ul] *He rolls his TTT-54 across the floor over to her (which she then picks up, grenade launchers akimbo), and then stretches to his feet.*[/font][/ul] *Dexton makes his way through the smoke with his helmet still on, as he requires the improved visual suite to navigate safely through the clouds, rather than play pinball between chairs, desks, and pillars. Reaching the door, he pulls it off over his head as the exit hisses open. His Solar pike remains fastened on his back, his SSB-1 static pistol still in its holster on his belt.*
*He strides toward the projection of Grand Moff Thul. A square jaw dressed with a small dusting of stubble clenches on the face of this dark-skinned man of not quite twenty years. A tight-lipped frown punctuated with a short scar cleaving one side of the lower lip, and blue eyes framed by narrowed brows stare up at the hologram, appraising the apparition. A mop of sweat-dampened chestnut hair, pressed into shape by the helmet he's just removed, adorns his head. Dexton looks at Grand Moff Thul.*[/font][/ul] |
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Post by Standash Thul on Dec 15, 2020 8:00:58 GMT -8
Neither the man's name nor the organization rang any bells in her head. She motioned for a tech to start researching. Its sounded mercenary in nature, maybe this was just a simple hit. Voss was powerful enough to make some one powerful enough to order him assassinated for personal reasons. If that was the case, she was more impressed by their actions. They were thorough and unafraid of counter. Those were attributes she likes in mercs. If they chose to survive this encounter, Standash could have use for them. Though, other than mercs, they could be religious fanatics. That option was equaly possible, and had much fewer positive outcomes.Well Mr. Shear, we do have your normal crime, but it is very rare someone murders a First Order Officer and Drive Yards executive in his office. We have to take possible terroristic attacks on executives very seriously. If this is all over just one man, you should have chosen your kill location better. Killing him here makes it seem like you are attacking the First Order and Kuat Drive Yards specifically. You seem to be skilled, for that I can assume you are also smart. We have you surrounded now, barricades are in place, and there is an entire garrison in reserve. Bring everyone out and you may get to live through this. You have proven capable, the First Order doesn't enjoy wasting capable people.
The emplacements are finalized. Strong cover is in place, and the repeaters are scanning the area using thermals. One of the officers in charge contacts maintenance. The fans and air scrubbers work double time to pull the smoke away. Thermals show the hidden enemies.
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Post by Sunbringer on Dec 15, 2020 13:30:44 GMT -8
*Dexton's expression neither shifts nor softens.*[/font] *he replies. The oddity of calmly - academically, even - discussing the murder of a man doesn't escape him.* "If our aim was to inflict fear, we would have targeted several other officials at the same time and televised the event. You can imagine the details of how differently we'd have gone about it, if that assumption were true."[/ul] *Grand Moff Thul is wearing her helmet and armor in this hologram. This, Dexton muses, is interesting. From what he knew of the First Galactic Empire - the authors of the term 'moff' - their higher ranks were most keen to distinguish themselves from the rank-and-file members of the stormtrooper corps. In the Sunbringer's army, this is not the case, but the reason is quite simple: it's a cultural difference. The Thyrsians pride themselves on combat for its own end. (Even then, the Celestial and Empyrean Guards are given armor of a different hue than the standard soldier; but the reason is not to do with showing off rank but rather with ensuring the chain of command is conveyed in facile manner.) The First Galactic Empire attracted the power-hungry, and accomplishment is only obvious if it can be showcased.*
*Grand Moff Thul, adorned in her protective gear, is either unmotivated by showcasing her status, or highly cautious. Perhaps both, Dexton thinks to himself. He notices her gesture to someone outside the hologram. Not alone, either, then. On the station? Or somewhere else? Impossible to deduce yet.*[/font][/ul]
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Post by Standash Thul on Dec 15, 2020 14:29:30 GMT -8
There were options that were going through her head, there were many things that it could be. Some more likely than others. She was going through them as she listened to the man talk, then decided it was better to see if anything got a reaction. Her skills were not fighting wars, but they were with people.That wasn't a denial, there are multiple possibilities... An attack could be terroristic, even if small. Seeking to destabilize the ruling interests...The First Order is not at war and Kuat has enemies but none openly hostile, they both have people that could buy an attack. That is very possible, I would call that terroristic... Now no one powerful enough to afford a hit like this has been fired recently. So internal is unlikely... It is entirely possible Administrator Voss made a personal mistake justifying a hit. I knew the man, but not well enough to rule it out... A new player making there way... That is possible, it would mean I need to have a conversation with ISB... Any of those close?
Yes it is getting late, but luckily we are inside, and I can keep the lights on for this conversation. As for the surrender... I can't offer more until we understand the nature of this attack a little more.
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Post by Sunbringer on Dec 16, 2020 10:22:46 GMT -8
[/font][/ul] *A lesser man might have allowed a tone of displeasure to sneak into his voice. But not Dexton; Dexton's rank was earned at such a young age precisely because of his demeanor in such situations as these. His patience is second to none and his willingness to talk through all possible angles of a situation is just as high. He cannot assess the Grand Moff's age, because of her helmet-concealed visage, but on the flipside, she might be able to determine that he is just a few years younger than her.*[/font][/ul] |
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Post by Standash Thul on Dec 18, 2020 12:14:16 GMT -8
She admitted, though only to herself, that she was enjoying the back and forth. This was why she did what she did. She had to be a military leader, she could do it, but she knew it wasn't her strength. She enjoyed training, fighting, but it wasn't hers. This, words, planning, reasoning they were hers.
You assassinated a government official in his office, that's terrorism. Even if it was at the behest of someone else. Who could it be that would wish us ill? Oh there are many options, but you have to weigh the risks and reward. Our, known, "adversaries" are smart and rational. They would all go for soft targets to disrupt; not the heart of the military industrial complex. They are not known to be that brash. They would disrupt supplies, maybe hack a system. Those would be subtle, give them deniability. Or they would have gone big, had a fleet attack the shipyards directly, send a fighter wing to bomb a mining operation. This action would be an anomaly for them, it would break a pattern, so unlikely. So, based on current information, this is different.
You have discovered why you have value to me, why you are still alive. There is much to gain from you. First, you are capable, I like having capable people around. Second, you know who brought you here. The easiest way of getting that information is from you, Not the only way, just the easiest. I wouldn't take safety in these things. As the time passes the value decreases, and as capable as you have proven to be, I have more than enough resources at my disposal to end this whenever I chose should the scales dictate that is prudent. I have deployed sufficient forces to see that this doesn't go past this module, that is my current goal. You can try to change things for yourself and attack. In that event, you will die and keep your secrets, I will live and have to work extra hard and learning what I need. No one wins. I would prefer a situation where we all get something, you get to live and possibly more, I get information and possible assets. So, as of this moment, I have no interest in seeing any harm come to you, or your compatriots. This will likely be the case for a while, though I cannot promise how long. I can promise, once those scales shift, that I will do what must be done.
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