One by one the Jedi boarded the station, the Masters leaving their students behind and heading for the primary conference room, a titanic amphitheater that rivaled the Senate of old in sheer scale, leaving dozens of milling Jedi. This was typical, the Masters would sequester for a time to debate the issue at hand, without the influence of the lower-ranking members of their Orders. There would be time for a more general discussion later.
Even to those without sensitivity to the Force the air around Graveyard felt tight and strained, like a band stretched to the point of snapping. There was a tension in the air that had nothing to do with overtaxed atmospheric maintenance or any of a thousand other shipboard issues. To the eyes of a Force-Wielder the air seemed to flow and crackle with the energy of so many Jedi, mingled with the raw and tragic power of the Wound of Alderaan. There was such power here, and in a brief lull in their conversation that power touched the mind of Ozrick Telgan, his natural talents for intuition awakening and for a moment everything was crystal clear, a horrible twisting in his gut. A blinding flash, flame rushing through the corridors, a terrible wasting away for those pitiful few who survived, the heart of the station gutted in fire.
And a moment later the vision was over, leaving only nausea and the faint after effects of an insidious burn in his skin. Two words echoed through his mind, the last imprint of the warning of the Force: Red Sector, corresponding with one of the many regions on the titanic station, only a short turbolift ride away, and directly adjacent to the sector the Masters were holding their meeting in.
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"Live with it, Operative." The Voice addressed Chui. "I don't know what's in there. What i do know is that this facility is supposed to have a generator capable of producing enough energy to power a few city blocks and is still drawing a massive drain from the Tseng River dam, the kind of energy you don't see used anywhere except particle accelerators and the like. There's also far more supplies being sent here than make sense - this facility is supposed to be three floors, maybe a hundred personnel total. The supplies suggest five times that number, with some very sophisticated laboratory equipment. Also: This is a weather monitoring installation. Figure it out." The Voice fairly dripped with sarcasm. "That's why you're here, to find out what they're doing here. So get on with it, before we lose the night."
The train sped at a blinding speed, the only sound a low, sharp whistling. It wasn't a large train, only an engine and three cars laden with large, boxy containers holding various supplies. Inside one of the containers were a group of men and women, huddled together in the cramped confines.
"Tracker beacon shows you're nearly at your destination." Came a cool, feminine voice through their earpieces. "Estimate arrival in five minutes. I'll leave the approach up to your discretion. Remember that if you are detected and an alarm is raised there are at least four regional military positions able to supply anything from mecha to aircraft to this position in less than thirty minutes. Move fast."
The train sped along, the whistle growing higher and duller as it began to slow, sliding into the facility's docking station with a click. There was a low hum of conversation a minute or so later, and the sound of machinery, cranes and clamps latching onto containers and lifting them off.
"Good luck."
The container doors were a simple double-affair, leading to a narrow pathway in the roofless traincar. Getting off the train was a simple matter of hopping over the side, ground less than eight feet down on either side. To the left as they faced forward was the station, where a quartet of guards in the typical red and black Future Industries uniform idled around a table, two playing Pai Sho while the other pair kibbitzed. The unloading process seemed to be mostly automated, a crane lifting the containers off the train, setting them down on the loading dock, where a pair of lifting bots - boxes with wheels and limbs - opened and began unloading crates from them, crates labeled various chemicals, festooned with warnings like "Biohazard" "Danger" and "Fragile".
The facility itself was a single large, ugly, box-like structure inside of a compound. Guards and security bots were on the walls, but seemed focused outwards rather than inwards, and they had about one hundred yards of clearance to the right-side wall, with twice that to the front and back. Nearest entrance to the facility proper was a single large loading door that sat open, the bots constantly lifting and carrying boxes inside, presumably into the facility's warehouse. There was a second entrance as well, a small door near the corner, behind the guards, with a security pad beside it.
"I have aerial recon of the facility. You've got two other possible entry points - there's a rooftop entrance if you think you can get up there. It's about thirty feet up or so. There's also a third door on the opposite side of the structure, near the ornipad, I'd guess the VIP entrance."
"Tracker beacon shows you're nearly at your destination." Came a cool, feminine voice through their earpieces. "Estimate arrival in five minutes. I'll leave the approach up to your discretion. Remember that if you are detected and an alarm is raised there are at least four regional military positions able to supply anything from mecha to aircraft to this position in less than thirty minutes. Move fast."
The train sped along, the whistle growing higher and duller as it began to slow, sliding into the facility's docking station with a click. There was a low hum of conversation a minute or so later, and the sound of machinery, cranes and clamps latching onto containers and lifting them off.
"Good luck."
The container doors were a simple double-affair, leading to a narrow pathway in the roofless traincar. Getting off the train was a simple matter of hopping over the side, ground less than eight feet down on either side. To the left as they faced forward was the station, where a quartet of guards in the typical red and black Future Industries uniform idled around a table, two playing Pai Sho while the other pair kibbitzed. The unloading process seemed to be mostly automated, a crane lifting the containers off the train, setting them down on the loading dock, where a pair of lifting bots - boxes with wheels and limbs - opened and began unloading crates from them, crates labeled various chemicals, festooned with warnings like "Biohazard" "Danger" and "Fragile".
The facility itself was a single large, ugly, box-like structure inside of a compound. Guards and security bots were on the walls, but seemed focused outwards rather than inwards, and they had about one hundred yards of clearance to the right-side wall, with twice that to the front and back. Nearest entrance to the facility proper was a single large loading door that sat open, the bots constantly lifting and carrying boxes inside, presumably into the facility's warehouse. There was a second entrance as well, a small door near the corner, behind the guards, with a security pad beside it.
"I have aerial recon of the facility. You've got two other possible entry points - there's a rooftop entrance if you think you can get up there. It's about thirty feet up or so. There's also a third door on the opposite side of the structure, near the ornipad, I'd guess the VIP entrance."
Take it to PMs, for the love of God.
Take it to PMs, for the love of God.
What about art that isn't anime-esque?
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(accidental double post, I'll use this for the crew chief once he's done)
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Crew chief sheet is inbound.
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I'm thinking of making a second, would the Resurgence's crew chief be available?
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