[center][h2]KAITIAKI[/h2][/center] [color=ec008c]Samantha’s[/color] grin just got bigger as she took in the scene in the rec room. She was excited to be a part of this team. It gave her a purpose and it helped her feel like she was doing something about the ones responsible for her father’s death. She was still investigating the terrorist act that was responsible. The more she found out the deeper down the rabbit hole she went. Being able to step back from investigating and put some of the anger she felt into action was good. She shook her head as she laughed at Xander’s antics. She felt he was a kindred spirit. [color=ec008c]“That’s an inefficient design. It’s going to shake up the beer which means you have to wait to open it. If you don’t, the beer is going everywhere and then you will be stuck cleaning beer off the floor. I can’t see Skye letting you get away with not cleaning it up. Which means now you really are working harder than just walking across the room to the fridge.”[/color] She smirked watching Xander’s face for his reaction. Samantha turned her head to her new commander in chief, Skye as she was spoken too. "Whisky, for now. Wee fella here didn't ask, but I'll offer you one, grab a glass and savour it, because it's good to see you Sam. Not like your wee' little bourbon 'shite. Now this is a taste of something that'll really make you feel in a place.” She sighed as the commander poured her drink. She shrugged when in Rome as they say. She liked that alcohol helped her relax but she would never understand the need that some people had to drink to excess. Sam didn’t need to trash her body and feel like crap the next day to have a good time. Alcohol mellowed her out and slowed her down which could be a good thing unless she needed her fast reflexes and thinking. She didn’t drink very often. It would be rude to turn Skye down. Sam sat down on the sofa next to where Skye had placed it on a coaster. She picked up the tumbler and took a small sip. The whiskey burned all the way down leaving a trail warmth all the way down. [color=ec008c]“For those I have not met yet. Nice to meet you all. I am Sam Dalton, callsign Chaos.”[/color] Sam’s lips quirked up one side in a lopsided grin. Sam allowed the whisky to mellow her out and relax her. She spent some time getting to know her fellow operatives. She slipped away when Skye began to prepare food. She grabbed her bags and headed to her room. She found it with no trouble. She unpacked and grabbed a shower. She was grateful for having her own space to retreat too. She changed into a pair of yoga pants and a long soft t-shirt. She couldn’t hide the yawn. Between the shower and the whiskey, jetlag and fatigue was catching up to her. She was so tired she missed what Skye had left for her as she returned to join them for dinner and then the briefing. Sam sat up and paid attention as Skye began to give them details of what their next mission was. She whistled softly as an anticipatory grin crossed her face. Finally! She was itching to blow some shit up. [center][h2]Back in the Sandbox Things are Heating Up[/h2][/center] [@Awesomoman64] Xander pretended to be dictating a review of her services. [color=b0021d]“Driver was lovely and got us to our destination on time, but there was a distinct lack of on board snacks and drinks and too many camels. 3 out of 5.” [/color] Sam gave a full-throated laugh as she witnessed Xander’s antics. She gave a cry of mock outrage [color=ec008c]“Only a 3! Thank you for the feedback. I will be sure to pack the Goldfish crackers and juice boxes for you next time.”[/color] She snarked at him before she hopped out of the DPV and got down to business. A short while later up on the ridge. Samantha piloted the drone with care and brought it around the end of the rusted out carrier and up along the end. She sent the drone’s feeds to the rest of her team. Things were going well so far. Most people looking for drones are watching the sky not the ground. She sent the drone up the rear of the ship hoping to catch any weapon’s placements. She managed to get the drone over the top of the ship. She skimmed along the roof of the ship. She sent the drone over to the edge of the ship using the ship itself to help hide the small drone as she angled it down so they could see what was on the other side. Sam slowly turned the drone, so it swept the entire length of the ship. She then began skimming along the roof she as she spotted something she hoped would help them with the next phase of the plan. She listened to the orders being issued by Queen. [color=ec008c]“Roger that Queen. Sow Chaos with Glitch then give Ogre a ride.” [/color] She managed to set the drone down carefully right next to a shiny communications array antenna. She could tell it was probably one they installed to use since it was not the same rust color as the rest of the ship and was fairly new. She grinned to herself. [color=ec008c]“Bingo.”[/color] She typed rapidly on her keyboard sending commands to the drone now that it was stationary. She sent a command that opened the drone up. The blades of the rotors flipped together to form a small satellite dish. The ball body open like a plastic easter egg and a small robotic arm unfolded with an alligator clip on the end. She used the built in toggle switch to guide the robotic arm. She cursed as she missed the first time. She tried again and was successful. The alligator clip clamped onto the wire she was aiming for. The jaws of the clip sharp enough to penetrate the wire coating allowing it to make contact with the wire inside. She began typing like mad on her keyboard. [color=ec008c]“Glitch. I have hard dock into the communications array. Use frequency 453.2ghz. You take the mech.”[/color] Sam knew that Glitch would understand that her hard dock to their communications array would allow them to hack as if they were sitting at one of their terminals until someone figured out that they had taken over their own broadcasting equipment. Sam had a hard time remaining professional. She really wanted to snark at Glitch to show her some creativity. She couldn’t let Glitch have all the fun. Sam grinned as she got into the zone. The first thing she did was release a virus that would self-infiltrate. It would keep working in the background while she worked on other things. The virus would reset all access codes. Anything requiring an access code would shut down until new codes were entered. This included antitank and antiaircraft missiles. She pulled any data she could find in low security areas and uploaded it to their secure cloud server via the encrypted satellite link. In her time as an analyst with the CIA, she found it was often the data that the bad guys didn’t think was worth protecting that gave them the most actionable intel. Like the terrorist leader that was hooked on an obscure brand of soft drink made from coffee. He had it shipped to him wherever he was. That was how she found him. She then rewrote the code in the operating system of their automated gun emplacements to move in the opposite direction than they were commanded. She grinned that was such as simple yet effective hack. [@FourtyTwo] She couldn’t hack the inbound hind but she could hack what intel and orders they were receiving by messing with their communications. She jammed all communications leaving the ship through the antenna array by rerouting the signal through the drone to her laptop. Samantha loved surprising her boss.[color=ec008c] “Incoming audio stream Queen.”[/color] She hacked into their command channel and looped Queen in so she could hear what they were doing. At least she warned Queen that something was incoming. She didn’t want an angry Queen planting a boot in her backside. She set the timer for the drone which had a small but powerful explosive in inside it. She set it to blow in 5 minutes. The small explosion would take out the communications antenna and the drone. There would be nothing left to tell them how they were hacked. The bonus was their communications would go down excpet for shortwave radio. She knew her time was up. It was time to meet up with Queen for the assault. [@Awesomoman64] [@ReusableSword] She packed up all her gear and began the climb back down to the DPV. She secured her backpack into the back of the DPV. She ensured the webbing was pulled tight to prevent it from being thrown around as they went into the lion’s mouth. She climbed back into the driver’s seat. She secured her sniper rifle in the cradle that locked it into place but close at hand. She left her automatic rifle on the sling but angled it where it was quick to grab but allowed her the range of motion needed to drive. [color=ec008c]“All aboard the Chaos Express! This train is leaving the station!”[/color] She waited long enough to hear the clicks on their restraints before she floored it in a peal of dirt and desert gravel as she sped out after Queen’s vehicle. [color=ec008c]“You know Glitch. We need to figure out how to have tunes without telling the whole world we are here. We need to work on that before the next mission.”[/color] She had the song Highway to Hell in mind for their current situation as she drove towards the rusted-out carrier. She needed to get Ogre in to secure those rods. The last things terrorists of any kind needed was the material for nuclear dirty bombs.