[b][i]GM Collab Post[/i][/b]

[b][i]John Green[/i][/b]

The Galactic Bazaar was a gigantic artificial ring built around a rocky, barren planet that was the size of Mars. In this ring, every race and faction was present, for commerce and exchange was the lifeblood of known space even in times of war. And now, a group of former Child Soldiers have chosen the place as their home, working as mercenaries in areas where the presence of children in combat would not be balked at. From acting as security for deliveries, to raiding bandits and illegal slavers, the band of teenage mercenaries have been slowly making a name for themselves in the world of armed solutions.

And now, their Leader, John Green, had received news of a 'big break'; a job that will finally allow them the funds to purchase a decent starship and a little extra for weapons. It would be their next big step towards dismantling the Ascendency, of taking the fight to their tormentors. Unfortunately, if John was going to be honest, even with a job this big he didn't know [i]how[/i] he and the others were going to bring down their oppressors; he just knew they had to be brought down no matter what.

As he walked through the corridors of an abandoned automated factory to meet with his contact, he did review what he knew of the Political Situation: News was leaking out of the Ascendancy's use of child soldiers, but the higher-ups there were suppressing any attempts to acquire or exhibit concrete evidence. Nevertheless, enough people had taken the rumors seriously enough to form a rebel group, [i]Moonstrike[/i]. Led by a mysterious leader, Moonstrike was staging attacks on the fringes of Ascendancy space, but was being opposed by the Ascendancy's best generals.

Despite all the opposition the people had over the Ascendancy, when comparing Moonstrike's military capability against the Ascendancy's might, it was like planet Earth compared to the Sun. Only the best, and the bravest, dared to join the mysterious group. Others cower in fear of one man: Alexander Kherol - warrior, soldier, general. As a result, Moonstrike's current stage of activity is limited to guerilla warfare: staging hit-and-run attacks against the Ascendancy's important places. Sometimes, they were capable of making a large-scale attack against the Ascendancy's post, but occupation did not last long. 

[b][i]The Team[/i][/b]

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The team had been ordered to watch John's back and keep themselves secret so he appeared to be alone. Nevertheless, they ought to be close enough to aid their commander if he required it, and a few might even be within eavesdropping range, lip-reading or otherwise. Inside the abandoned factory, they had different jobs, with Rachel being almost directly behind John in order to serve as immediate backup and extraction for the commander, while Jonathon Ace and Karrsh were stationed on a higher floor, where a convenient hole that led to an old water storage pit was visible just up ahead. Said storage pit was John's meeting point with his contact, and the team was expected to secure it first.

Siara and Aaloka, meanwhile, were on the roof, where an even larger hole exposed the water storage pits to the artificial sky above. And Terry, good old reliable Terry, had been sent to the factory's old security room, and instructed to use his Caduceus to 'operate' on the old surveillance systems in order to reactivate them and keep better watch on the whole situation.

Why Terry, one may ask? Because there was no one in the group who knew computers; no one who did joined, and so the closest thing to a hacker they had was a surgeon. Very un-optimized, but it was the best they can do under the circumstances.

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If he was a lesser man Terry would be groumbling to himself as he dug through the innards of the surveillance system, using the smaller scalpels and scissors to patch his way past whatever security the previous company implemented. It was a long, soul-sucking process that was frought with many frustrations, namely that he didn't [i]actually[/i] know what he was doing and was following his research as much as he could, fudging what he wasn't able to cover in the brief amount of time to study. 

With a short, unsure snort, Terry grapped a bundle of wires and pulled them to the now exposed power cell of the Caduceus Glove, it's glowing battery emitting a white light. With a spark of power the monitors above him hummed to life and his view of the playing field expanded... by about half of the factory. A frown of displeasure crossed his features before disappearing just as quickly, all of the outside cameras were offline and nearly a quarter of the indoor cameras were either too unfocused to give any information or blocked off by equipment that never left, leaving the several rooms and corridors unaccounted for.

Still, he had enough of an eye on the situation to warn everyone on the inside of funny business. Opening the com channel, Terry spoke, his voice calm but haggard "Listen up, I've got eyes on half of the factory and I'm completely blind outside. Charlie I'm going to need you to be my eyes and ears out there, any vehicle that shows up we need to know about it. Otherwise we're in the clear. Delta out."

[b][i]John Green[/i][/b]

John walked the floor of the water storage pit, where his contact had asked to meet him. Said contact was clad in a jumpsuit, a heavy coat, and a mask; a basic way of concealing themselves. Approaching said contact, he would say, "All right, what job requires this much skullduggery?"

"I assure ya this would be good." The man spoke with a heavily local accent. It was clear that he was the eyes and ears of the region, spying and fishing for black information and discreet jobs like this. "There is a beauty, a very rich one in fact, coming through here. I heard that she was a daughter of some rich CEO in the region. Anyway, she is in dire need of bodyguards. For ten million credits. A very booty price, ain't it? I couldn't possibly think up of a better deal than that. I reserved this just for ya." 

John looked at the man, before saying, "I think we can fulfill that job. Where do we meet her?"

"Here." He called for John to get close to him, as he pulled out a transparent tablet, opened a map which showed a certain star system. "Ya see this. It's the star system CW-021. You can meet her on this planet. Planet Cobalt. Coordinates are..."

The man instantly clicked on the planet, in which he had marked down the location of the rendezvous point. The coordinates instantly popped up on the screen for John to see. 

"If ya accept this one, I'll make a call to them."

"I accept," John said. "Thank you." He then turned to take his leave; it seemed as though his team needed to do no fighting today...