Demichase School of Thought

[Ghods Charles al'Demichase XIV]

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L O C A T I O N : OMICRON LOST SYSTEM, MOROS ORBIT

. . . 2 MONTHS LATER . . .

"The undeniable Lord of "winging it", I see." Ghods had smoothed everything out. The holographic star-charting room was modified into a holographic training room, running various police and basic military combat training programs for the both of them, including firearm and hand-to-hand combat. Crystal quickly learned to control her strength, especially after her armor had been constructed, a turquoise and white suit consisting mostly of ship inner-hull plating, making it flexible. He asked why it needed to be form-fitting, but never got an actual answer, so he left it at that. There were outer hull plates across the chest piece, the shoulders, and the arms and legs, just so she had better protection against more powerful rounds. "As long as it works, what have you to complain about?"
"Fair enough."

As much as he wished to say that there was a necessity for two months of being locked in that ship, it was really just to kill time. He learned everything the instructions had to teach in a matter of days, and Crystal in a few weeks. What they were waiting for was an opening, a window of opportunity. A window that seemed to be opening today. He tapped into the ship intercom. "Crystal. Hologram room. Briefing."
His helmet radio crackled to life. "Full sentences. Use them. Please." She'd had an entire shift in personality after the augmentation and combat training. This wasn't really an issue, though. Confidence and quick thinking were necessary in any situation. It was just annoying.

"So, did your cute purple friends find what they were looking for?" Ghods looked up from his interface.
"Warforms are not "cute". And yes, we found the map."
"What map?"
"A map for this corner of the galaxy. Specifically, the Sirius sector and its neighbors."
"Ok, then. How are we going to get it?"
"I never thought you'd ask."
"Yes you did. Hurry up and tell me." Ghods sighed, and activated the projector. The images swirled into order, eventually showing a tower on an island. "This building is both a penthouse and a corporate building for some Liberty elite. Our target is a head-sized purple sphere that he's bought as some sort of trophy. He doesn't know how to activate it, or how to read it once activated, so this isn't exactly time sensitive, but the second some nosy scientist gets their hand on it, they'll try to deconstruct it, which would erase the data on it."
"How do you know they'll take it apart?"
"Hands-on experience." His answer was vague enough for her to not press further. The images zoomed into the 83rd floor. "Being the capitol planet of Liberty, air traffic is high. We'll be inserting and extracting through a ship posing as through traffic. As for risk, there's a private security force that serves as both corporate security and the CEO's personal bodyguard. We have about the same training as them, but we're physically superior. As for tech, meh. At this point it doesn't matter."
"So we get in, steal the thing, and get out."
"Simply put, yes. We may or may not have backup, but it's better to plan on not having backup, and simply be pleasantly surprised if we do."

His plan was simple, direct, and foolproof. That was in no way his own doing. Netsakh had run mental simulations billions of times to smooth out every flaw in his plan. Originally, he wanted to drop bombs on the tower, and sift the wreckage for the artifact. Outside of such actions summoning reinforcements, it would also run the risk of damaging the map itself. This was but one among a list of rejected ideas, and during this planning process Netsakh realised just how necessary they were for the success of their fanatical bearer.

. . . A CROSS-SIRIUS FLIGHT LATER . . .

In high orbit over Planet Manhattan, the trio rested in the cargo space of an Eagle fighter. The operative that had delivered them had informed them that they were waiting for a signal to call away the Law forces so that their atmospheric entry would go relatively undocumented. Until that signal arrived, they huddled together in the cargo hold. Ghods and Netsakh focused electromagnetic currents around themselves to provide a scan-shielding effect, hiding them from sensors checking the cargo bay. Only a few minutes passed until a magnetic wave washed over the ship. Ghods couldn't tell what was happening from inside the cargo bay, so he radioed the operative who brought them here. "What was that?"
"An annihilator round." The operative switched Ghods' connection over to the local radio frequency.
"Gunnery, prepare to fire on hostile ships." "All hands, to your stations, we've got hostile contacts!"
"The lightbearers are attacking?"
"Do what you're going to do fast. I don't have time to hang around." The gravity in the ship began to shift. They were in the gravity elevator beyond the planetary docking ring. Soon, the cargo bay pressurized, and Crystal took off her EVA helmet. "Remind me why you decided to not have a helmet with your suit?"
"Its chunky, it gets in my way, and I don't need fancy readouts like you do. Also, I don't need to hide who I am, unlike you."
He couldn't exactly argue with that. "Alright, then, but was the turquoise lipstick necessary?"
"It matches my armor."
Ghods checked the ammo in his rifle. Crystal did the same with her submachine-gun. Everything was in order. "Then, lets go steal ourselves a map." The cargo bay doors opened to show them racing across a blue ocean, away from a bustling metropolis. "Well, here comes the part with variables."
"Don't need to remind me. I already don't like it."

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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