Frederick lurched his battle-suit into motion, its thunderous steps audible far down the corridor he walked through. Manipulating the controls on his console he toggled two of the on-board targeting-IFF subsystems their strobes flickering to life as they autonomously scanned the hallway updating Frederick's HUD with possible threats and data.
He pulled up a schematic and mapped a route to his next destination, the maintenance shaft. Baring any problems he should be able to use that to traverse the upper decks. Turning on his local comms he announced, "Achtung! All civilian personnel are to remain in their quarters und await further instructions from Rheinwehr marines. Any civilian caught outside of their quarters will be arrested und possibly incapacitated."
Frederick toyed with the notion of adding a 'resistance is futile' but his discipline kept him in check. He hoped for the sake of the civilians that they would heed his warning, one can only be so gentle in a war machine.
"Get the crate out of here. I want to be off this station before anyone knows we were here."
Scholtz and his friends turned and walked out of the room, heading in the direction of the utility hangers. Now dis-used, they were the perfect spot to land without drawing too much attention to themselves. Their bodyguards hauled the crate behind them on a basic wheeled skiff.
As they progressed down the corridor, one of the bodyguards stopped and drew out his blaster, pointing it at the crate. Noticing this, Sholtz sighed and turned.
"Kruff, what are you doing?"
The bodyguard was slowly edging away from the crate, all the while pointing his blaster at it.
"Sir, there's something making noise in that crate."
Sholtz' annoyed face immediately gave way to concern.
"Keep your blaster on it. Donard, open it. Be prepared."
Donard, a well built man dressed in a relatively well to do suit, was not known for his intellect. Although born to a family of doctors, he was soon found to excel in brawn instead of brain.
At the prospect of opening the crate Donard seemed non-pulsed. He didn't see what harm whatever it is inside could do, it wasn't moving before so it must be dead.
Placing his hands on either end of the smooth top of the crate, he found the handles. Grunting with effort, he managed to pull the top off, cracking the crate in the process as he forgot to use the handles.
With the top off, Donard peered into the crate, only to see a pale blue light shining back at him.
"Errr sir, it looks like there's a blue light and some metal. I think I can see what looks like an arm..sir is this a robo-"
Donard struggled to finish his sentence as his jaw was shattered by a metal claw, extended from the lithe form lifting itself out of the crate.
As Donard fell onto the ground, sobbing and cradling what was his jaw, the robot turned towards Scholtz and the low hum of an energy cannon charging could be heard.
"Mr Scholtz, I am afraid that you have voided our deal. In line with company policy, I will be removing all knowledgeable parties involved.
Scholtz stood and stared at the robot. He had heard that Sirius Robotics had remote uplinks for most of their robots but he didn't think they would be active unless the robot was activated already.
Although Scholtz stood thinking, his bodyguard finally returned to his senses, pointed the till now forgotten blaster at the robot and fired a round straight at its abdomen, only to leave a small dent in the metal and a lot of smoke in the air.
In response, the robot lurched towards the bodyguard and grabbed his hand and blaster in its claw. It stood staring at Scholtz as it tightened its grip, crushing both blaster and bone alike with the bodyguard mewling in pain.
"I would suggest you don't move Mr Scholtz, it will lessen the pain"
The robot lifted its left arm and pointed its dual energy cannon at Scholtz. The low hum had turned into a high pitched whine as the cannon rested fully charged.
Staring down the barrel, Scholtz' last moments were of a pure blinding light, a scorching pain and a quiet roar as the cannon discharged.
Once the smoke had cleared enough to see, anyone looking would have seen very little of Scholtz and his bodyguard, or the corridor that they had stood in.
Instead there was a gaping hole in the side of a room, now extended into what use to be the corridor.
Standing in the midst of the twisted metal and wafting smoke was the newest of Sirius Robotics creations, the I-1.
Several corridors away and one floor above, Ijin allowed himself a smile. Although he didn't like this part of the job, he also didn't like almost being killed.
Sitting in a maintenance room, he pulled the uplink away from his face and recounted the events in his head.
Only two left.
Jake Hudson's bunk was more of a converted storage closet. It was closer to the flight deck and was far enough away from the main cabins so he could get some quite after a night of station bar hopping. He heard the alarm of his clock blaring off in a resounding echo in his small bunk. The Bonn station was a fantastic spot for every after flight mission. He could land with cheaper docking fees, go to the all night bar, and they had a fantastic karaoke stand. The one thing he hated were the consistent station security warning that alerted every deck. Most came and went in minutes, others, someone was freaking out for a passing pirate ship. He reacted to the alarm clock, tossing it against the wall, but the near deafening klaxon continued to sound off. Opening one eye to see the text messaging system overloaded with communiques from other freelancers and Marshal in particular. He managed to reach his hand over, shutting the communication screen face down and slowly managed to turn and sit up in the small bed. His hair was relatively unkempt and his West Point uniform needed a lot more than a good washing.
The station alarm was ever present. The combination of a late night at the bar, a hangover and morning breath didn't help his state of mind. Managing to make it to the door, his hand slumped over the locking controls to swing open to a Rheinland military officer pointing a gun at him. His hand held against the door frame as he sucked through his teeth, moving his tongue to get a piece of food out between his molars. Blinking a few times until the safety off light was clearly seen on the edge of the gun. Trying to look at the eyes of the military officer through his helmet visor, his head swayed a bit as gave a perplexed look.
...Did I.... miss something?
Sometimes, when all you want is to gain your freedom, you must be willing to risk it all.
' Wrote:Unfortunately for Voss he didn't see the man in the shadows, instead he holstered the pistol after his check and than reached to his utility belt and unhooked his stun baton, normally used by the Rheinland Federal Police and gave an experimental swing, getting a feel for the weight distribution.
Linking his helmet's comm-link to Fredrick's own he performed a radio check.
"Krieg Schwein, this is Hansel, what is your status, over?"
He must not know I am here.
Moving behind the unaware soldier, he drew his sidearm and aimed for the powercell on the back, hoping his pea shooter would be able to penetrate and deactivate the armor. If not, his attempt would be very short lived.
He aimed, and fired. The first shot missed, glancing off the soldiers arm. Correcting, Jack fired, hitting his target. He hoped that the plasma bolt had penetrated the power cell and deactivated the powered element of the armored suit. His plan relied on that.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
pop pop pop pop pop.
Sherman glanced back, confused. That particular explosion had not been nearly as satisfying as the first one, but upon further inspection, had done it's job. The dedicated uplinks to Waterloo, Newark and Roppongi were down for good; and with the repair plans for the hardware encryption sequencers torched, would be completely unrepairable.
Felix checked the list again. Files, check, servers, check, backups, check, uplinks, check...........now for the difficult part.
He trotted down the auxiliary corridors behind the Interspace Offices for several minutes before he arrived at the maintenance entrance security office.
Sherman nodded in recognition to the officer in charge of the security post and keyed in the command for office wide to the comm again.
"All High value individuals with angel-4 clearance or above are to report to the auxiliary security post. If you do not know where this is, please find the nearest security officer to guide you. All Delta-8 clearance security chiefs are to report to the auxiliary security post once their assigned purge and burn duties are complete. All other security officers are to grab all equipment from the main security post supply cache and report to the auxiliary security post. Thank you."
Sherman checked his watch. He could wait.....what, ten minutes before they had to move out?
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Voss was about to acknowledge the transmission when he heard and felt something hit his armour, he twisted quickly, avoiding the shot that would've crippled his pistol, but his armour took a hit in the power-core, an easy fix but not something he can do on the fly...It would have to wait.
As Voss located his attacker he narrowed his eyes behind his helmet, spotting the security guard hiding in the shadows, moving quickly he raced towards the man before leaping into a tackle, trying to bring the other man down hard so he could get the upper-hand in this minor skirmish. Gott WHY did the Bundestag order them to take prisoners?!"
Schroeder halted, the door swinging open in front of him. He froze still, his gun pointed forward. This had not been expected. Standard operating procedure was to kick the door in, not to have it opened for you. The finger resting in its place on the gun's trigger twitched, tensing at the sudden discovery. With his squad members on the sides of the hallway in preperation for the breach, Schroeder was the only one visable as the man stumbled into the doorframe.
"...Did I.... miss something?"
Unterscharleiter Schroeder recognized the language as English, but was not able to make out the meaning. The situation was simple enough however. Keeping perfectly still, the Unterscharleiter examined his prey. His observation was confirmed as one of the members to his side spoke.
"Er trägt eine militärische Uniform. West Point Marineuniform. Libertonian."
Schroeder felt his finger tighten on the trigger. He now wished he hadn't loaded the stun rounds as ordered.
Ich sehe es. Was sollen wir tun?
Er ist offensichtlich ein Spion. Ich sage, wir töten ihn.
The trigger itched against his finger.
The Unterscharleiter, having stood still this entire time, hefted his gun upwards, aiming at the head of the creature in-front. Loudly, he proclaimed...
Sie, wieder nach oben! Legen Sie die Hände gegen die Wand!
His face winced each time the station's alert klaxon rang out. Making matters worse, the speaker was placed perfectly in the middle of the hall just ten feet from the cabin door. It didn't help that the guards were talking to him in German. Jake looked down and saw their communications relays on their side belts flicker again and again. Apparently something 'bad' had happened and seeing the Rheinland military at his cabin door didn't bode well for the situation. Still he managed to form a grin on his face and slump forward a bit.
Oday Ouyay peaksay igpay atinlay?
He expressed a slight quirk to his words, trying to figure out what they were saying.
Quote: Er trägt eine militärische Uniform. West Point Marineuniform. Libertonian."
Yes, Lib Errr Tea. I go sleep now, you go shoot someone, not me. Work for you, contract make many ships boom boom for beer. Head hurt bad.
[/i]He said still pointing to his throbbing head. Still trying to balance himself and run his hand through his hair leaning forward. As he got close enough to the barrel of the gun to see the condenser emitters light up down the barrel. His hands went up in a flash as his senses came to him in a flash, backing up into his cabin.[/i]
Quote: Sie, wieder nach oben! Legen Sie die Hände gegen die Wand!
Wo wo WO! Jake Hudson, Freelancer. No kill I. Nine ninny negin whatever no I'm on your side!
He began to shout out over the alarm as he stumbled back to his bed looking at the communications pad wishing he had read it now.
Sometimes, when all you want is to gain your freedom, you must be willing to risk it all.
The pair stepped out of the room and into the quiet hallway. They stood for a moment, looking around and hearing for any signs of motion nearby.
"All clear."
Their shoes fell softly onto the metal floor with a small clack every time their sole hit the ground. It was the only sound echoing throughout the halls. As they walked, their eyes darted from door to door and to each other.
"Hey, Franz.."
"I know. They are civilians staying in their rooms. That is all."
The two eventually reached the end of the corridor, where a cargo lift was present that would take them to the upper levels. They stepped into the cage-like door and Franz fiddled with the controls. When the lift took off, Franz sighed for a moment then looked up at the bulky man beside him.
"Kurtt, be ready for anything. Have that.. that weapon of yours ready."
"Alright. And It's got about a 20 second recharge time on it. Keep that in mind if we get into a fight."
Franz raised an eyebrow at his friend, then smiled softly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled several knives. He held one up for them both to see, their reflections glimmering in the side of the weapon. It was just a normal knife. Nothing significant save the slight curve on the blade that made it appear more like a medical object used for carving rather than combat.
"Well in that case.. Guess you won't be the only one having fun. Hah."
They laughed a bit at the thought of killing. It was their nature. It was who they were and are.
"Eh.. but.. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves. The mission objective comes first. Killing is only one out of many different ways to get what we came for."
The lift stopped. Their destination has been reached.
After Voss managed to tackle his attacker to the ground he lashed out with a series of left and right hooks, his mind working on auto-pilot as his training took over, his mind classifying the man beneath as a moderate threat and reacting accordingly.
Herman's head snapped back harshly as he received a rather hard punch to his face, thankfully the helmet absorbed most of the force that would've broken his nose, but it sent him staggering back as he scrambled to his feet and by reflex pulled his pistol out. His opponent was also getting to his feet as Voss lined up a shot with his pistol and fired two shots. The first plasma-bolt missed while the second one hit him in the chest where the heart would have been, as fast as it all started it ended with his attacker slumping to the floor, a smoking hole in his clothes and the smell of burnt flesh in the air as Voss slowed his breathing down.
He walked slowly and carefully towards the still body and looked for signs of breathing, he saw none, thus with a mild sigh he turned around and continued down the corridor, he was headed to the Engineering Deck, it wouldn't do for the inhabitants to use the station's own internal defenses against them, so he would remove the threat entirely by controlling the flow of power to the security systems...If he can reach the deck.
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