Fallen Grace

[Exdeathevn]

Bridge of the Epee II
3 hours after "Falling Dove" Distraction commenced

"Commandant, trouble."
2 hours after the battle aboard the Chant du Cygne had begun, the crew aboard the Epee II and Epernon Station were still hard at work disrupting long-range communications and traffic. The false 'Council Warfleet' in Dauphine had ghosted their way to Gap Station, civilian flight-comms and news networks were broadcasting advertisements for the latest in efficient petrochemical fuels and children's Holo-net shows, and word had recently been received aboard the Epee II of the second Corsican distraction, "Mickey Mouse", being put into action.
But the teams were exhausting their effotrs quickly, and Military and Police forces were slowly beginning to realize something was wrong.

Maxim walked over to Jaques' console, wiping his brow before asking for a situation report.
"Communications from Gap Station have begun leaking out that the Council 'warfleet' was a false call, the forces deployed to Dauphine are being ordered to the defence of the Chant and new Paris."

"How many did we manage to draw into the system?"

"Only Trois Medium regiments," Jaques replied." It's only a matter of time before they discover where our signals are coming from."

Three Obstinate patrols is still quite a number...
"Start terminating the links, burst transmissions." Arek looked towards the rest of the ship's crew. "Do what you can to fake the signal bounces from the Privas Cluster towards the Franche-Comte jumphole and prep the ship's engines. Epernon team," He turned towards the main comms monitor. "Is the virus ready?"
Freya barely moved, her eyes glued to her command console aboard the station through the screen.

"You certainly asked a lot of us, Commandant Maxim. Despite having to multi-task the Neural-Net chaos with programming a Hypnotainment-based virus, we've managed to succeed. It'll only work on fighter communication systems, but it should make for a fine display of the Royal Navy's "Piloting skill".
A slow, mischevious smile spread over Arek's face.
"Merci for your efforts, madame et messieurs. Rest assured your bonuses have already been prepared, I'll give the go on when to broadcast the virus."

Arek checked his slip of paper, crossing off Falling Dove and Mickey-Mouse before pausing to look at Faciliter Desordre. While the waste of potential profits on the final diversion were necessary, he wasn't happy about it. Mickey Mouse, that one would be a disastrous, unavoidable collision if the placement was correct. And the Doves in their Lynx fighters would soon be falling from the sky in a trance, mimicing the effects of Holo and Hypno-tainment bands once the software virus was deployed.
He pocketed the list and opened a private comms channel to his wife, back in Tau space.

My dear Selan,

Things are going to be getting a bit crazy up here, so try to keep a low profile while you're collecting trophies. Do let me know how much of the fallout reaches your ears over the public networks if you can, however; I'm sure you'll find some of it quite hilarious.

-Arek

"Commandant, we're picking up minor tracing attempts on the comm hacks."

Arek grinned. "Deploy the virus, power up the engines and sever the connection to the Neural Network. We'll be going dark and heading for safehouse 14, burst-signal a message to the key players with our status and the safehouse locations." He turned to sit on the Captains' chair.
"Oh, and tell the Epernon team they're welcome to a holiday on Marseille."

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