Gathering Machines of Torture

[Szerano]

{--Welcome to {BAE} history files--}
{--Restricted access--}
{--Pass:********--}
{--Busy...--}
{--Opening Restricted area files--}
{--Project Amayamo selected--}
{--Opening File--}

{--Five years Ago--}

Derilos climbed up to the bridge, The ladder was starting to show signs of rust but was just as sturdy as ever. Walking silently up to the communications sector, he started looking around for any messages. The plain light brown feel of the metal walls was boring but reassuring. Some wires were uncovered underneath the panels and were an obvious health hazard but Yhanu said she would get to it one day. In fact she was sitting in the only chair in the bridge sleeping. Typical, she worked hard on her inventions and that chair was the only thig she looked forward to when she was tired for the day. It has a few rips in it and didn't look top of the line, but it sure was comfortable as hell, even Derilos himself loved the thing. The floors was equally boring with some weird straight line design created just in case anyone spilled anything which wasn't likely as they had a strict "no eating on the bridge" policy, which was the only thing to be sure in this group. With monthly paychecks from a nice miner Derilos had tried to pirate a few months ago, they were paid by that miner weekly and usually in "just enough" amounts. Speak of the devil...a message from the miner himself.

{--Opening message--}
{--Name: Greg Smithers--}
{--Subject:Paycheck--}
{--Displaying message--}

Hey mate,

Attached should be 150 million for ya. How have you and your little rebel group been holding up? I hope your all doing well...if you need anything from me let me know...

Your truely,
Greg Smithers

{--Message Stopped--}

Derilos: 'Well well well that old man is still as nosy as ever...Ah I got just the thing for him...' With haste Derilos wrote up a quick reply.

{--ID: High Charity--}
{--Subject: Re:Paycheck--}
{--Encryption level: High--}
{--Begin message--}

Hey old man.

Loo I need you to look around for a robotics factory for me. Hell even make one yourself if you want. I just need some robots if you have any. Preferably 200 or more can you do this? Let me know.

Secretly not caring,
High Charity

{--Message ended--}
{--Message sent--}

Derilos looked around more messages looking for; Derilos: '...what the hell? Why did Faust subscribe to Bunnies weekly? And Bunnies monthly? Bunnies R' Us? Where did he get all this? And, why..forget it. I'm not going to waste my time.' Derilos created a new folder and shoved all the emails he could about bunnies and things of that nature in the folder. Derilos ignored the fact for some reason the folder icon looked completely stuffed and had started crying and moved on. Derilos: 'Old...old...old...o-oh look at that.' It appeared as if one of his 'Workers' can contacted him finally. See Derilos was a plan early type of guy so while looking for new members to his own group, he looked for possible spies to help him in his job. He found few out of the applicants even thought they never really applied...look Derilos found them and asked if they said no they were killed but still....anyway with only three spies to work with, he was sure he was doing fine for now. Opening the file, he was eager to see what this specific spy had found and for good reason..

{--Opening file--}
{--Name: Xhexis--}
{--Subject: Help--}
{--Encryption: High--}
{--Displaying message--}

Hey,

I've reached order lands but...things are tight. To find this thing...it's going to take me ages dude. Honestly this space is huge! I will need a few months...Caio Caio

Xhexis

{--Message ended--}
{--Delete[yes?] [no?]--}

Derilos stood staring at the message. Derilos: 'How hard could it be to obtain? You'd think the size of it; forget it. If he wants time fine." Derilos typed up a quick reply to him. It went along the lines of "You got a week" or something but he didn't care he was pissed. Taking the ladder back down he tried his best to keep from waking Yhanu and with Hersin in the kitchen is was a sound trap waiting to happen, not saying he would die or anything. Realizing he was tired due to the time, Derilos headed off down the corridor to bedrooms to get some sleep. Derilos: 'It will only be a matter of time before he is caught...he better find it...and quick..'

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