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Striking Fate - Section-17 - 11-27-2025
Disclaimer OORP:
Due to travelling for work me and my boyfriend sadly do not have the time at the moment
to play games at this time. When we get the time to do so, we would like to restart
fresh and therefore asked a friend, who wanted to create something to give this try
at a faction a proper end.
It was a rainy day when Layla Rose walked to the landing pad on Planet Manhattan.
She had been informed that one mission had gone critically wrong and that the leading operatives were requesting her to meet at The Penumbra.
With a queasy feeling in her stomach, she flew over to the station, and when she landed, she was greeted with a cold reception by the dockmaster.
She made her way to one of the meeting rooms on the station.
"Please, Ma’am, have a seat," one of the figures sitting at the table told her,
pointing to the last free seat in front of everyone. After she sat down, he continued,
"One of our operatives has found some interesting chatter on unmarked, classified LSF communication channels he discovered.
Before he could send us detailed information about his findings, two operatives who do not belong to our cell marked his death as 'natural cardiac arrest due to complications from environmental stress.' You can imagine why this is troublesome."
"Yes, Sir," Layla replied. "But what do you expect from me now?"
Another operative stood up and spoke: "You will contact the Liberty Government and request full authority to use any measures necessary to investigate this death.
We need to make sure if this was actually a natural cause."
"It will be done, Sir," Layla replied, a bit in shock.
And after this sentence, the doors to the room breached open and...
RE: Striking Fate - Slimy - 11-28-2025
...little canisters rolled across the floor while the base’s alarm began to shriek. Smoke poured from the canisters, mantling the room in a thick, dark cloud. Before anyone could realize what was happening, swift figures - their every move accompanied by a mechanical whir - shot through the room, immobilizing everyone. The alarm ceased its shrieking, and a petite, clearly female figure in an exoskeleton entered as the smoke began to part.
"Well, well. So, these are the gentlemen - and lady - who were able to intercept our secure channels?" the figure asked, sneering.
"Yes, my Lady, it is them," hummed a male voice from one of the beings, his form hidden by a similar exoskeleton, bulky and masculine.
"Very well. We do not have much time left; we needed to leave fifteen minutes ago. The jamming won't hold much longer. Bring them aboard and let's leave. Go, boys!" the woman shouted.
The hostages were dragged aboard a capital vessel docked at the station. They were forced to sit and secured in an empty hangar bay, left with only a few guards. Meanwhile, the woman took her seat in the command chair on the bridge of the capital vessel.
"We have no time to waste," she ordered. "Engage cloaking and proceed to quadrant C5. The Detroit Debris Fields will shield us well enough to escape."
The capital vessel vanished, resurfacing later in Vespucci, close to the sun.
The woman stood and marched toward the hangar bay, removing the helmet of her exoskeleton to reveal silver-white hair and purple irises. She stepped in front of her hostages, revealing small fangs.
"So, my dear lambs, who is in charge of this little rat's nest?"
One of the hostages, overcome with terror, immediately shouted, "It's her! It's her, Miss Layla Rose! She is in charge!"
"Shoot him," the woman replied.
One of the guards immediately executed the man.
"So, my dear, you are the one in charge? What do you know about us?"
"Nothing, except some weird noises on one of your hidden comm channels," Miss Rose replied. "Our operative died due to a cardiac arrest before we could get more details."
"Well, our Inquisitors seem to have done their work fairly well," the woman replied sneering. "Guards, with me." Before standing up, the woman forced Layla Rose to sign a document on a datapad.
"Understood, Madam Winter," the guards replied.
She turned, and together with the guards, marched out of the docking bay. The heavy doors slammed shut, and...
RE: Striking Fate - Section-17 - 11-28-2025
"Ma'am, what did she make you sign?" a man asked.
With a heavy sigh, Layla answered, "She made me sign a handover form for The Penumbra.
They can now take it over without any hurdles from the government."
And with that, the outer doors of the docking bays opened, sucking the hostages out toward the sun's corona.
OORP:
Farewell for now, may we all meet again
in future and in a new project!