“There’s a difference between Knowing and Having someone’s name Drake!” Natasha called after him as he left.
With a huff, Natasha decided that situation was starting to spiral; Drake going off on his own and them all now being thrown into the enemy’s jaws. It wasn’t her place to judge however, she was a soldier not a general or anything high enough rank to argue really. Not that It had ever stopped her before…
“Well, if we’re going to go charging into the fires of hell, at least let me go and grab something first.”
Keep your bloody mouth shut or I’ll sew it shut. She thought as loudly as she could.
The psychic warrior was an unplanned hiccup and she thought of the time she and her squad had battled a dragon. Natasha recalled carving through the beast’s eye into its skull with as much detail as she could recall, frenzied shrieks from the beast and all.
The doors hissed shut behind her and Natasha stretched up against the wall. The image of Natasha only shimmered slightly and it’s stretched out arms hid her from view, a small shadow the size of a thumb climbing up the walls to the ceiling. From their Natasha piloted the illusion of her down the hall and made it look as if it was entering a room. Natasha knew that while the cameras would show her entering the room the sensors for the door would report otherwise in the ships logs, but given the situation it was highly doubtful anyone was paying much attention to which doors were opening and closing right now.
Natasha scuttled her way across the ceiling towards the hangar luckily without meeting anyone coming the other way, and thankfully no one following her from behind either. Once there Natasha slipped her way as silently as she could towards the ship she spied Drake sitting in. Natasha thanked her stars Gummi ships weren’t made of metal.
Just under the cockpits rim Natasha sat listening to Drake hurriedly flip through the manual. She waited with baited breath, straining her tiny ears to every sound. One, two, page turn. One two, page turn. One, two, page turning, a shadow slipped over the rim and under Drakes seat.
Wasting no time Natasha scrambled up into the seats innards and out of view should Drake look underneath. Amongst the cables Natasha hoped Drake didn’t have some sort of metal eye or something. She’d wait until they had left before she made herself present.
“Holy crap. Their systems are down!”
James stared in amazement up at Blair’s digital visage held aloft above the table. Without losing a second his fingers flew across the keyboards in front of his summoning command boxes into existence.
“Um, Blair was it?” James kept his eyes fixed firmly on what he was typing. “You’re a digital thing, right? I’m about to hijack some of the ships servers and flood Satellite 13 with a crap load of requests.”
James returned a few horrified looks from the crew with an apologetic shrug. “I just need a few hundred IP addresses, we have thousands on this ship alone anyway.”
“Anyway, I have no idea what it might do to you. Possibly slow you down or even get you dragged out as I have no idea where you are currently sitting on our systems so…be careful?
James took a moment to consider what in his life had lead him to this moment where he was treating a computer program like an actual person. To his right a window chimed happily after having found a single sign of life. A grin spread across James’ face.
“On second thoughts, I think I might have something for you.” He began typing into another command window, opening a connection to the thing he had found. ”I have no idea on your file size but hopefully if you strip out what ever OS is in this thing you should have enough room. Hopefully”
Hundreds of miles away a battered and bruised satellite slowly awoke from its long slumber. Like broken wings solar panels unfurled from its sides and sent off small shards spinning around it. If not for the vacuum of space the dishevelled coffin like structure would’ve groaned loudly in protest against the hydraulics inside prising it open. But open it did, and from end several antennae reached out towards the stars and from the other a large barrel pointed towards the planet.
Back on the ship James stared in shock at the image of someone sitting down upon a hillside the satellite was sending him. He could even see what colour their eyes were if he zoomed it in far enough.
“Okay bloody good camera aside. This thing is a cannon of …something. I think.” James frowned at the words and specifications the satellite was sending him. “I don’t know what these words mean but I think it fires an energy pulse of some kind. Like not magic or anything just something hot and fast. Plasma or something?” He shrugged and gave up trying to understand the big long words.
James turned back to his own little bit of code.
“Yeah sure Mai we’ll jump over there in just a tick and wreck some stuff whilst Drake does his thing.” James wore a look of intense concentration. “Just let me add this last little bit…TCP connections established and stream writer set to repeat with no time out and… et voila.”
James slammed the enter button with no small amount of pride at his little program.
“That little station is going to be like an overfilled restaurant and not enough waiters. With any luck their fighters and ships won’t get any readings from it and have no idea what to do.”
From the Ruler of The Sea came a torrent of requests crashing over Station 13 like a tsunami of data packets all clamouring for information. They were already beginning to drown out any information being sent out by the station to its swarm of fighters around it.
“Mai, once we’re on the station we can cause more damage to their systems. Either by smashing everything in our way or hacking in.” He chuckled ion an effort to relax. “Either way works.”