The Scarman Enigma

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Tuatha de Danaan

Robert Merlow advanced on the open doorway cautiously, his rail pistol clenched in his right fist.
Senator Scarman? He called into the open quarters. The steam drifting out from the bathroom had almost dissipated, leaving wet patches across the ceiling.
Merlow held up his hand, signaling the HiME agents to hang back. He slowly advanced across the threshold, keeping his pistol aimed at the bathroom door.
If the neural implants embedded in his synapses werent designed to control the flow of adrenaline, Merlow would have jumped out of his skin as the Senator came out of the bathroom. He had a suit jacket over one arm and was scrubbing his head with a towel.
Ah, Admiral? He asked, looking up at Merlow in surprise. I wasnt expecting a visit.
Weve, um. Merlow paused as he looked at the Senator up and down, There have been several breeches in security across the ship, and you need to come with us to a secure location.

The Senator looked across from Robert to the HiME agents standing at the door behind him. He gave them a trusting smile,
Of course, He nodded, Lead away.
As Merlow turned around however, Marcus placed a hand on his shoulder. Just one moment,
Merlow turned around inquisitively, his pistol ready. Yes?
My daughter, Senator Scarman said innocently, She wasnt in my quarters when I got back here. Hannah had left a note saying she had gone to the mess hall looking for her.
Ill instigate a search immediately, Merlow said as they exited the quarters. Senator Scarman pressed his thumb against the locking mechanism and the doorway clicked shut. He then gestured to the Fleet Admiral, After you sir,
Merlow turned around and lead the way down the corridor, the HiME agents flanking the Senator. Something was wrong; somehow he could just sense it.

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Hurst and Connors crouched low as a squad of Freedom Fighters Marines trotted past them on the other side of the corridor wall. Since they had made sure their Tyrant had made it to the Senators quarters, they had diverted in order to cause as much havoc as possible to help ease their leader slip into his cover role. Their objectives were to make it look like they were attacking major systems on board the Danaan, trying to utterly cripple the ship. Ultimately, they both knew the consequences. They were lightly to be captured and / or killed.
In order to assist their cause, they had used a scattered holographic projection system to confuse the Liberty ships sensors into thinking that there were more than just two of them. They had timed several explosives, several on board the Thunderhawk they had used to sneak on board, to detonate at key times around the Tyrants assassination of his alternate self. The diversion had worked perfectly; the Freedom Fighters were in chaos.

Connors gripped his gauss rifle tightly, grunting at the pain in his knees. He hated confined spaces, especially when he had to share them with someone else and for an extended amount of time. Hurst didnt seem to have any problems; she crouched with her Carbine ready at all times.
We need to be ready to move on soon, She said quietly. Did you plant the next set of explosives?
Affirmative, Connors nodded, Both the transporter rooms are rigged and ready to blow.
Alright, Hurst paused for a moment before opening the grille before them. Blow it,
Connors grinned and retrieved a small palm computer from his belt. He activated it and then thumbed a switch. There was a low crump from somewhere within the depths of the starship.
Alright, lets go. She moved out of the small gap in the wall, turning one way down the corridor. Connors exited after her, turning to face the other way. Just as they came out of the duct in the wall, a squad of six marines jogged around the end of the corridor Connors was facing.

Hurst! He yelled before opening fire with his mighty gauss gun. The long barreled weapon hardly recoiled in his grasp as it spat out shards of metal at an unforgiving rate. The first three marines were knocked down in clouds of their own blood in a matter of nanoseconds. The remaining three barely had time to bring their weapons to bear before the deadly stream of super heated metal debris ripped into their torsos. They keeled over backwards in horrific dances of death as the ammunition ripped into them.
Come on! Hurst yelled, grabbing Connors and sprinting in the opposite direction. Soon enough, alarm klaxons were howling across all decks. Both of the Danaans transporter rooms lay in utter ruin and one of her hangar decks was ruined beyond immediate repair. The two Black Flag Corsairs hoped to create as much havoc as possible before their time was up.

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Hey Sayne, Marcus is currently on the bridge of the Danaan. I tried to somehow get around that I left him last on the bridge, but I just cant see any ways of doing it. He's currently engaged in explaining things to the Captain of the Agrippa, the native Liberty ship that just arrived. Sorry but that post of yours will have to be altered :(My bad.

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