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In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Vreta only had a few brief moments to take in his surroundings before the whole building went dark. Whatever this…thing was, he felt he could be pretty certain it was related to whatever the Humans were investigating. It was a creature more alien than anything he had seen in the real world. Something that might not even be possible to exist in the real world. But, the Cradle could be a much stranger world than reality.

After the being’s shrill screaming ended, Vreta started to back away. Unfortunately, in the darkness, he had lost his bearings enough that he did not end up heading straight at the door. Rather, he ended up backing into a table in a technician’s workspace. He felt around behind him until his hand found purchase on something metal, with a fair bit of weight, though he kept his hand hidden behind him for the moment.

Even for Vreta, it would be a lie to say he was not afraid, especially as the being drew closer. Its insectoid body, its quick and violent movements, and those teeth…he was not about to assume it had peaceful intentions. It was a surprise to him that the thing was even intelligent. “I guess you could call me a…concerned citizen. Or a concerned visitor, really. Obviously, this isn’t my home planet. I…think there’s some people on the other side of the fence over there that would like to find you. If you’d like to stay hidden, though, I won’t mention you. I’m hiding from them too, actually.”
Vael 'Virisusai, Aviza Morgenstern, Lucas Ryker, Yalu 'Suumko, and Shih [EliteCommander, Andromedai, Zarkun, and Muttonhawk]





Vael looked down at the Spartan, Ben. He did take a moment to consider his offer of assistance, but ultimately, he did not think it wise to group too many of them together for an infiltration. “You should stay here, try to help from a distance if you can. We should not bring too many more for this task. Bringing too many of us will only increase the chances of detection.” He reasoned.

Vael decided to leave behind the sentinel beam he had been carrying, as he would need his hands free and did not have the space on his armor to carry it. He joined Spartans Ryker and Aviza, then started to climb back down the side of the mesa along with him. “Have your people improved the capabilities of your active camouflage since the war? We will need to remain cloaked for our entire approach to the structure.”

Ryker nodded as he took a step down. “It’s based on the Sangheili design, or at least mine is. I’m not sure how standard issue it is, since the last unit I was with was working closely with a Swords Spec Ops team. I’ll have the battery power to get there and then some as needed.” Reaching the bottom of the mesa, Lucas opened a line directly to Major Yalu. “Can ya read me, Major?”

"Receiving you, Ryker," Yalu's quick sangheili voice responded clearly across the comms channel. "I have waypoints on each of you through my optics. I have my eyes on the lookouts and security devices ahead of you. Advance behind concealment and sound off when you are ready to infiltrate."

Yalu's noticeably human language towards Ryker reflected their simulation time. He had not adapted fully to human battle-chatter, but he was further ahead than expected for so little collaborative mission experience.

For the trio, it was not difficult for them to move up to the rim of the crater-like area the structure was situated in. The only patrols moving beyond the rim seemed to be the phantoms, and they were easy enough to avoid for just the two of them, with or without active camouflage. Though, such concealment would be required to reach the structure itself, as their approach was across wide open ground.

As Yalu could see from the Mesa, the Forerunner structure did not look like a military installation. Surrounding the central tower were a few smaller structures. The Forerunner “walls”, if they could be called that, ran between the smaller buildings and appeared to be vertically stacked tubes. They did not form a complete perimeter by themselves, though the rebels had put up their own barricades to fill in the gaps.

Their target, the AA turret, was a Human made autocannon that had been installed on top of one of the smaller Forerunner buildings. They had a few approaches available to them. The Human barricades were shorter and would be easier to get over, though more of the rebels could be seen near them. The Forerunner walls were taller, but if they worked together, they could potentially scale them.

Looking at the barricades in front of the three of them, Ryker took a moment to zoom in on the rebel ones with his DMR, pinging the URF personnel that he could see at the one nearest to them. “How’s activity passed the pings, Major? How are the patrols spaced?” Having gotten closer like he, Vael and Aviza had, Lucas knew he had a much more limited field of view over the complex than he had on the mesa the others were at.

“Oh, and while you’re at it, do you see any extra explosives unattended? Preferably something like Brute shredders.” The auto turret was large caliber from what he could tell and the URF had fortified its construction so it wouldn’t be downed by a single explosion, and the SPARTAN-IV knew the Brutes liked to overclock the explosives in their grenades, making them perfect for extra oomph.

Yalu scanned the outlines his heads-up-display found to track. "The barricade ahead has five enemies...four small arms...correction, five. AR mounted within their reach. They cannot be trusted not to loiter." Yalu wrinkled his mandibles at the cigarettes they smoked as if he could smell them from here. "The tall wall nearest to you has one enemy, small arms, patrolling left. You might boost one another over in camouflage -- Commander Vael is tall enough. If you are quiet and to the enemy's back you may avoid his notice, but if you slay him you will have only as long as it takes for his brothers to notice his absence. What is your decision?"

“My advice is to avoid killing anyone, doing so will inform all personnel within the complex that there are hostiles within the premises. If that does happen, our priority target may slip away before we even start dismantling their defenses. That would lead to a mission failure, which I will not allow. For the moment, I feel that placing said explosives in critical points then detonating them at the correct time is paramount to our success here.” Said Aviza, staying close to the rest of her team.

”Agreed.” Vael replied. He peered slightly over the rim of the crater, looking down on the wall below. ”I should be able to boost you both up, then you can pull me up. We should be quick, and make sure the guard is looking away. The disruptions to our active camouflage may be noticeable. And if at any point we are discovered, I recommend calling for our reinforcements to jump into battle immediately. If nothing else, they will be able to stop the mongrels from landing any more troops from the cruisers above us.”

Vael got ready to stand once more, but first turned his gaze towards the others. “We have our approach. Are we ready to move? If so, we can engage active camouflage.”

I am ready to move out immediately, if we all agree and understand what we are to do? said Aviza, quickly having Shih ping the location of the nearest enemy and their most recent movements to everyone in the squad. She would take no chances, they had one shot at this and she was going to ensure everything went very smoothly.

Lucas shook his head as he drew one of the energy daggers from its specialized sheath and prepared to leap over the edge of the crater. “As someone who’s done this kind of thing regularly, I’m going to say that risking being seen out of the concern the one person MIGHT be noticed missing is really dumb.” Ryker crouches and leaps, activating his active camo as he lands and begins sliding. “Just saying. Major, keep an eye on that lone guard please. If he comes back towards us while we’re scaling, let us know.”

"Understood."

Vael acknowledged the others, then engaged his active camouflage. Being that they had their allied IFFs, they would be able to track each other’s location even with active camouflage, which would help them coordinate.

Vael climbed over the rim of the crater, albeit slowly and carefully. While his camouflage could handle him moving as quickly as he pleased, he still did not want to needlessly disturb the ground. They would be heading down a fairly steep incline at first, so knocking down even a few rocks or clumps of dirt at the top could cause some noticeable movement from the perspective of the compound below.

“While I welcome speaking your mind, the comment was out of line and unwelcomed Spartan Ryker, but what is done is done and we shall move on.” said Aviza as she activated her active camouflage and carefully climbed down into the crater following closely behind Vael. It was times like these that she was very grateful for her ARGUS-Class Mjolnir armor,and its advanced information gathering equipment built into it. “Shih, keep all of us updated on the current ware-abouts of the hostiles around us and if anything changes, please.”

Lucas reached the bottom of the crater ahead of the other two, his experience in infiltrating enemy encampments like this over the course of the previous war serving him well. Upon reaching the bottom, he moves quickly and carefully to the bottom of the area they’ve chosen to go up the wall at, ignoring Aviza’s comment. Sometimes even the team lead had to be reminded that there are those with experiences that they don’t have, though that rarely mattered.

Vael had started moving more quickly once he got past the steeper parts of the incline. It was important that they reach the wall as quickly as they could get away with, though that would hardly be the most difficult part of their infiltration. He stopped at the wall, remaining as still as he could until the guard passed over him. Then, he got into position to boost up the first of the Spartans that came to him. Unless he was overestimating the Humans’ attempt at adapting active camouflage, he did not expect to be fully revealed when they touched one another, but it could disrupt the field enough for them to be noticed if someone was looking right at them.
As Aviza was fed real time information about her current surroundings, the Spartan Team Leader hung close behind Vael, but not close enough as to disrupt anyones active camouflage. As soon as he stopped at the wall in front of them, Aviza would do the same, silently nodding at the large Sangheili to let him know that she was ready to proceed with being boosted over the perimeter wall. Carefully but somewhat gracefully, she would use the boost and be first over the wall, awaiting on the other side for her fellow team members to follow, then to help Vael over as well.

Lucas waited until the count of thirty, when Aviza had reached Vael, before moving over to the Sangheili and getting a boost up. Once he reached the top, he turned and held a hand out to him so that he could help boost the large alien up. The lone patroller was still currently walking with their back to the trio, but that could change quickly, so with his other hand, Ryker exchanged his plasma dagger for one of his standard issue knives and poised it to throw if the man turned around. While a gun would be potentially more accurate, even a silenced weapon would make more noise than a knife thrown through the air.

When the pair pulled up Vael over the wall, he followed through with that momentum to roll over the top and drop down to the other side as quickly and quietly as he could. There was a fair amount of ambient noise from the general bustle of activity around the compound, so, they did not need to remain entirely silent, but a wrong move could still reveal them. The guard was soon to turn around, but by that point, Vael was on the ground, and the three of them were no longer in contact with one another.

From the Mesa, not everything in the compound was visible behind the wall, so they could not have planned ahead. They had to see what was ahead of them and figure out their approach quickly. Between them and their target was a sort of courtyard , which was currently filled with crates both Covenant and Human in origin. From what Vael could observe quickly, there were Human workers that were taking the mostly unorganized weapons from the Covenant crates and sorting them by type into crates of their own, then others would carry them into the main structure. On the opposite side of the courtyard, Jiralhanae were carrying closed Human crates up onto a landing pad and loading them into their phantoms. For the three infiltrators, they would need to pick one path through it all and get to the AA turret.

Aviza observed the scene before them, “Shih, I have an idea.” began the Spartan, “If I hooked you into the facilities systems, is there any chance you could cause a distraction? Perhaps even permanently shut down the Anti-Aircraft weaponry so we would not need to use explosives?” Doing so would enable them to silently and stealthy remove their objective without the need of any explosives, putting them all in less danger in the long run. Many other scenarios ran through her mind but this one was at the forefront.

“Are you serious right now? All due respect, fire team leader, using explosives is the most efficient use of our time. We don’t have the luxury of finding an access port to plug the AI into.” Ryker glanced over his shoulder. “The SAFEST option might be to have Shih shut it down, but safe isn’t necessarily fast and we need fast.” And he didn’t have to mention, or he hoped he didn’t have to mention it, but if the URF caught on to Shih in their systems, they could capture her.

Shih did not bother joining in on the conversation until she had made the scans she needed to figure out the viability of Aviza’s approach. Granted, with access to the Argus sensor suite, that was only a few seconds. ”Clever…I didn’t give them enough credit.” Shih remarked, though she elaborated right away. “Whether I can access the turret remotely depends on if it is networked, or operating independently. I can’t tell that from here, but what I can tell from EM signatures is that these rebels have managed to tap into the Forerunner structure’s grid to power the turret. And they probably didn’t stop there. Now, Forerunner safety protocols won’t apply to anything they managed to jury rig into the grid, so if you get me to the right Forerunner console, I might be able to give them enough of a power surge to break more than just the one turret. In fairness, though…I should say that Ryker is not exactly wrong either. Explosives would be the faster and more reliable way to take out the objective.”
“If I was not serious, do you think I would have used what little we have of our time asking Shih if it was possible to do so? With all due respect, Spartan Ryker, the final decision lands upon Vael and myself, and when the time comes, we shall act accordingly.” Aviza said as she very carefully made her way through the first set of obstacles and towards their first objective. “Explosives it is then.” thought Aviza to herself as she headed up the ramp towards their first objective. ”Heading towards first objective, provide me with cover. said Aviza. Once she had reached the top of the ramp, Aviza would move towards the anti-aircraft cannon with great care, making sure to not be seen or cause any unwanted attention. It would only take a few short seconds before she reached the objective, and when she did, the Spartan would remove the outer panel from the weapon, sliding the explosive into its interior. “First explosive planted, let’s move onto the next.”

"I see a human officer in a window overlooking the landing pads to your two o'clock," Yalu interjected. "Whatever is between yourselves and the turret, take a wider route if possible. The floodlights I can see lighting the area may make your shimmer catch his eye."

Vael growled lightly under his breath, but nevertheless, he had focused wholly on the task ahead. He followed Aviza’s lead, and Yalu’s advice. The workers were not being vigilant for intruders, so it was easy enough to weave between the crates and make his way to the base of one of the smaller Forerunner buildings, on which the turret had been assembled. He avoided the line of sight of the window from the main structure and ended up pressing himself up against the building, just under the turret. Aviza had moved up and was working quickly, but the door just beside Vael opened up just before Aviza finished with the first set of explosives.

It was a pair of Humans that walked out of the Forerunner building, one older woman, and a much younger male. They were not in armor, and by the mention of ‘voltage regulators’ that Vael heard as they passed, they were probably technicians. Vael was not spotted when they walked out, so he was keen to just let them pass at first. However, they were moving around towards the ramp, and could not be allowed to reach the turret above. He turned his head briefly towards Ryker and nodded his head. They would need to be dealt with.

Ryker nodded in response to Vael and gave only the slightest warning as an energy dagger left its specialized sheath before the younger man stopped suddenly as the SPARTAN-IV’s hand caught his mouth. The dagger struck twice, once at the base of the neck, severing the spine and preventing any sound from escaping his mouth, and again between his ribs, puncturing his heart and killing him instantly. Lucas left the older woman to Vael, knowing the Sangheili’s effectiveness at removing unaware humans from any given equation almost first hand.

Vael moved alongside Ryker, matching his pace and timing his own attack with the Spartan’s. Ryker had used a blade, though Vael did not want to risk the glow or noise of activating his sword. Instead, he simply grabbed the woman’s head in one hand and, with a quick, simple motion, twisted until her neck snapped. At the same time, he grabbed a hold of her arm with his free hand to make sure the body did not make noise hitting the ground. Naturally, the close contact with the pair of technicians did break both Vael and Ryker’s active camouflage, though they could re-cloak without being seen if they were quick enough.

Once the pair was down, he dragged the young man’s body back to the door the pair had entered and opened it, looking inside warily before moving the body in and to one side. “Tangos down. We’re clear here.”

Unfortunately, just as Ryker finished speaking, another complication emerged from the building, trailing somewhat far behind the other two. It was a young, apprentice technician, no more than a teenager, but his eyes still went to the other two quickly, with their killers still holding the bodies. “Hey!” He said, briefly pausing out of confusion and fear. He was just a few meters back, but still out of Vael’s reach. He had not yet alerted the guards, but that would only take one shout.

“Well shit, now we have two downed hostiles and this is going to most likely cause us some serious trouble somewhere down the line. Did I not advise against killing anyone at the moment?” said Aviza into her open com after the two targets had been taken out very carefully and quietly. She was swiftly heading back to the group and had almost reached them when the third unknown presented itself. [Identification - human male - Teenage] flashes the Spartans HUD, she did not need anymore information. When the young man called out to them, Aviza was quick to respond to her team first, then to the man present. If there were not two corpses currently being dragged off, I would be able to handle this situation much easier. Do not kill this target, incapacitate him once I have his attention.” Aviza would then flip to an open channel so the young man in front of her could hear her, but no other hostile in the vicinity would.

Taking a knee, so that she would appear much less imposing, Aviza would speak in a tone of voice the others had never heard before, one calming, almost soothing. ”You are with the URF? A little bit young to be a soldier aren't we? I know you are scared and confused at the moment, I would also be in your position.” Aviza would show her hands to the young man, letting him know that she did not pose a threat, and was not planning to injure him. ”I truly am sorry about your fellow URF soldiers, I would have preferred if the situation had not come to that, but they fought back and tried to kill us. I swear to you, if you come over to me, I will take off my helmet and we can talk face to face about what is happening. As a Spartan, I give you my word that no harm will come to you, and so does the rest of my squad.”

Ryker moved first as soon as Aviza got the kids to turn around, one of his SMGs flew through the air and struck him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious and into the Argus armor wearing Spartan’s arms. “If we’re done being humanitarians, we need to move.” Now they had two bodies and an unconscious person to hide, though fortunately it wouldn’t be for very long. Regardless however, it couldn’t wait and the SPARTAN-IV moved to pick up his thrown weapon.

Vael had to contain his frustration at what he considered to be a waste of time and effort, not to mention an unnecessary risk. Ryker, at least, had acted quickly, but they were all fortunate that the young Human froze in shock instead of screaming right away. Had it been a more disciplined rebel that found them, they would have been forced into a fight prematurely.

Vael dragged the body he was carrying into the building beside them, then re-engaged his active camouflage. ”It is time. Your construct can call our reinforcements. We should make our way to the central structure.”

As per their plan, Shih sent an encrypted databurst to the battle group in waiting. It would only take moments for the ships to come out of slipspace right above them.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Vreta’s explorations had taken him all around the warehouse. There were traces of disturbances everywhere, but for a while, he did not find anything outright interesting. He went all around the outside of the warehouse to see if there was any evidence of someone breaking in to the warehouse itself, but there were no signs of a forced entry. That is, until he went around the side closest to the office.

What did catch Vreta’s attention as he finally moved around closer to the office was a certain scent. It was present around the other marks the intruders had made as well, but this was…stronger. Fresh, even. The scent came from one of the doors to the warehouse near the fence, which was something Vreta supposed was worth investigating. Cautiously.

As he stepped up to the door, Vreta immediately noticed that it had been opened rather forcefully at some point before. The door was warped and its handle broken. It was shut now, but only because a part of the bottom of the door was misshapen and pressing against the door frame. There was no handle to grab, so Vreta put his hand firmly on the door and gave it a strong shove.

“By the Rings!” Vreta could not help but to exclaim. What was inside was far from anything he had expected, and was far from natural.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Vreta’s investigation was a slow process. The marks on the office building were on multiple sides, so it was difficult to say at a glance exactly where those who made them had come from or gone too. He had to move slowly and carefully enough not to be spotted by the guards, while also keeping an eye on his surroundings for anything notably out of place. Fortunately, whatever damaged the office building did not seem to have the word “subtlety in their vocabulary. As he was circling the perimeter of the building, he noticed a high fence with plenty of marks, scratches, and a bit of damage of its own. Something had scaled it, and likely quickly. Now that he knew where to look, he could see traces of the intruders’ path towards the building, though since he could not follow in that direction, he instead looked to track where they had come from.

Following the path into the neighboring lot, Vreta soon realized there was a lot to track. He could not be sure of the exact size of the group that had scaled the office, but they had been moving in a rather loose group. Quite spread-out. It would take a while to investigate the area around the warehouse, and that was if he did not need to go inside. If he did, he would probably have to just be content with an incomplete search. Still, the soldiers guarding the office had not extended their perimeter to the neighboring lots, so it was possible he could find something before they decided to sweep the area.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
While Vreta had limited information on the event going into the Cradle, it did not take long wandering to find the location of the disturbance. All he had to do was tail one person walking along the sidewalk and he was led right to it. He stuck to the shadows in an alley, but even from a distance, he could see the flurry of activity surrounding a specific building. It looked to be an office, rather than a warehouse like many of the other structures, and was about five or six stories tall. There were people, especially soldiers, all around it. There were guards, barricades blocking off sections of the street, and plenty of other compelling reasons as to why Vreta was definitely not going to get inside. He did see other civilians in jumpsuits much like his heading in and out of the front door, and usually, bluffing his way into restricted areas was a fairly reliable option for him. However, in this case, he felt that he was a bit too tall, and a bit too scaly to blend in among the exclusively-Human civilians moving around in the area.

Lacking the option to blend in plain sight, Vreta instead looked around for other options. There was too much activity for him to see much on ground level from his angle, but looking a bit higher, there was some obvious damage to the building itself. On the top floor, there were many broken windows that drew his eye, though his attention was soon drawn to some even more curious observations. While less obvious than busted windows, there was also some noticeable damage to the outside of the building. His first thought was that someone might have tried to shoot up the place from the outside, but if that was the case, there would probably be damage to the windows on more than just the top floor. Not to mention, the marks on the exterior did not look quite like they came from weapon fire. Not projectiles, and especially nothing heat-based. He wished he still had his bionic eyes to zoom in on the marks, but from where he was standing, it looked like there were many small, piercing marks. By the way they were arranged, it was almost like something, or many “somethings”, had climbed up the side of the building. This was getting interesting…and stranger by the minute. Whatever was going on, he needed to be cautious.

Approaching the building was not an option, but if something had climbed up, or down, the side of the building, then it would have had to have come from, or gone to, somewhere. That meant there could be evidence of it somewhere outside the perimeter the soldiers had set up: something he could potentially find. Vreta ducked back into the alley and decided to try and move around towards the side and back of the building, steering clear of the perimeter, to see what he could find without being noticed.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Fortunately for Vreta, his entry location was not currently occupied. He was prepared to try and lie his way through any encounter if needed, but until he knew what precisely was going on in this place, he would prefer to remain hidden. He cracked open the door and peered out into the hall, cautiously. A few sniffs of the air and he caught a scent: a Human. His olfactory implants might not have been functional, but the natural sense of smell for a Rothian was still sharp. The scent was coming from the right, so Vreta moved left down the hall until he could find a door to slip outside.

Vreta had not been to this particular district before, but at least on first impressions, there was nothing remarkably different from any other section of the Cradle. Though, Vreta did admit to finding the Cradle, as a whole, to be an unsettling place. The violet lights in the otherwise dark skies bore little resemblance to any natural environment, and the complete blackness beyond any of the creations of the Humans was even more alien. It was an “unnatural” place by any definition. Although, it was not the idea of a virtual environment itself that unsettled Vreta. His feelings stemmed from the fact that the Humans did not completely understand this technology they now commanded. It was not their creation, and based on its sophistication, the species that had created the Cradle was peer even to the Rothians, at least. They were “terraforming” a world they did not understand to their own ends, even though they did not truly know why it was originally created. Vreta absolutely supported the idea of studying and learning from the Cradle, but he would never have entertained the idea of using it so recklessly before it was fully understood.

In any case, Vreta did have more present and immediate concerns right in front of him. Looking around outside the building, it seemed this district was something like an industrial park: plenty of similar-looking buildings and warehouses arranged in an organized grid pattern. Based on what he knew of the corporation that owned it, he expected it might have been a testing ground for new products and technologies, though he could not be sure. He quickly dipped into one of the nearby alleys to try and stick to the shadows, out of sight. He intended to move cautiously and see if he could spot any people and watch what they were doing.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Vreta received little notice from the other residents or staff of the hotel on his way to the entry gear. At least, no more than usual. Non-humans were not an entirely strange sight on Outremer, but it was still a very Human world, overall. The presence of the Cradle and its meaning for their civilization meant that they were considerably more cautious about outsiders than other Human colonies. From what Vreta knew, even other Human factions were not guaranteed to be entirely welcome. Still, Vreta’s cover story represented trade, money, and where there was money to be made, there would always be exceptions.

Upon reaching the room, Vreta was immediately greeted by a staff member: a young Human woman in a white, formal uniform with black trim. For hotel guests, many of whom were visitors to the planet, Cradle access was naturally a supervised affair. Though, to her credit, Vreta did not notice any difference in how she looked at and spoke to a giant reptilian compared to any of the other guests he had seen the employees with.

“Hello, sir. If you are looking for Cradle access, just give me your access pass and I will get you set right up.” She said right away with a smile.

For approved offworlders, Cradle access was given by a pass keyed to their identity. “Of course. Here you are.” Vreta said as he handed her a small card from one of the pouches on his belt, which she slotted into a datapad. She used the device to scan him and confirm his identity, which only took a few seconds.

The woman led Vreta over to an empty Cradle access point, which was built into a chair that he assumed would be rather comfortable…for a Human. For him, it was too small for his height, and he had nowhere convenient to put his tail. Regardless, none of that would matter once he was in the Cradle. It would just make him mildly sore afterwards.

Once the woman put the access pass in the machine, Vreta was given a list of destinations in the Cradle he was approved to access. For him, it was a rather short list, but the one that mattered was among them. It was a recent expansion by a corporation that he had been doing business with, though Vreta was not sure what he would find once he was there. He just needed to be ready for anything.

The transition took only moments. It was like falling, briefly. Vreta felt like he wanted to gasp for air, but his body no longer obeyed him. Within seconds, though, he had a new…and admittedly far inferior version of his body to command. He looked virtually the same on the outside, but the software the Humans used to access the Cradle could not properly account for his many enhancements. It meant he had to be even more cautious than usual, but he was not one who felt that he relied upon them.

The entry point Vreta had appeared in was a small room, currently devoid of other guests. He tugged briefly on the neckline of the jumpsuit the program manifested for him. It did at least fit him, but he found it to be more of an irritant than anything, especially when it rubbed his scales the wrong way.
Ahnasha quickly downed her magicka potion, then took a few moments to catch her breath. As she started to answer Fendros, she turned her gaze towards the frontline to watch the handiwork of her new thrall. “It’s more Conjuration than Illusion, though I see the comparison. In simple terms, it’s…sort of like I summoned it, except I didn’t even need to make a portal to bring it to me, since it was already here. A large part of the school of Conjuration is commanding the wills of Daedra, and while it is a titan, it is still a Daedra. Its will can be commanded like any other. It just takes power, and skill.”

It did not take long for the titan to show its worth. As the beast flew over the the Daedric frontline, it let loose a wall of cold flame that cut through the Daedra’s ranks. Some mages and archers tried to return fire, but as the mortal armies had been experiencing up to this point, the titan was quite a durable beast. Within just a few passes, the Daedric attack had stalled, and despite the heavy losses they had taken on this flank, there was a good opportunity to counterattack.

“I used a trick Neesa taught me to make sure I had the power I needed, and you know I have the skill.” Ahnasha grinned. “But I think I’m going to…hang back a bit. Where’s Leaps? I’ll ride up on the saddle with you. I would rather not lose my focus too much right now.”

Back at the portal, reinforcements had been coming in as quickly as they could bring them through. There was a great deal to organize aside from just their strategy. Their siege weapons had initially started out being assembled on the mountain near the portal, but as the frontline had pushed forward, so too had they needed to move the weapons forward. Supplies, as well as soldiers, were constantly moving out the portal and down into the valley. Though, at this point, they did not have many soldiers remaining in reserve.

Ri’vashi had been coordinating with the other two commanders for the entire duration of the battle, but the more scouts’ reports they had received, particularly from the battle in the pass, the more obviously concerned she had grown. The most recent group through was a company of lycan warriors, and as they were starting to organize themselves, Ri’vashi grabbed her helmet and placed it on her head before returning to the map to rejoin the other two commanders.

“We have not heard a direct report from the Champion since they started their push against the Daedra’s defenses, but from the scout reports, this one thinks they are going to need reinforcements. Ri’vashi intends to lead them herself. She would like to request a contingent of cavalry from one of you.” Ri’vashi asked.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
For Vreta’Sori, there was frustratingly little to do at the moment. He was laid back on the couch his his hotel room, his feet hanging off the armrest, while he occasionally reached over and grabbed a handful of…mostly passable chips from a bowl on the table beside him. He had made something of a mess by this point with the crumbs he dropped, which might have been considered uncouth behavior for what was meant to be a high-class hotel. However, even an expensive hotel on this planet felt lacking compared to what he was accustomed to back on Rothia. It lacked as many luxuries, and the computer that managed his room was much less sophisticated. It felt like he had to give every single instruction himself, whereas back home, a Rothian computer would learn the majority of his preferences in a matter of hours. It felt like it had taken that long for this room’s computer just to learn the correct room temperature. Being cold-blooded, he preferred the air to be at a temperature that a Human would consider a bit toasty.

In any case, Vreta had integrated himself well into life on Outremer. He had been able to tell just by speaking with them that the executives at Zuraxi’Synkuur were nervous about cooperating with the Rahn’Masser on this operation, but so far, he had frankly been quite a boon to their company. Even though being their representative was his cover, he had still managed to secure them a lucrative deal with a local, Human corporation to sell them “export approved” Rothian processors for use in their consumer electronics. It had taken a few days of negotiation, but it was nothing unfamiliar to Vreta. Other species always tried to negotiate for higher end technology that the Rothian government would not approve for export, but he just had to be patient and not give in to their bluffs.

Vreta might have done well for the company he was representing, but his own mission still had a long ways to go. By his association with the Human corporation, he did at least have limited access to the Cradle, but he was not likely to learn anything substantial from that alone. If he could, the local government would hardly grant the privilege to anyone. He had at least managed to plant sniffer programs in a few different networks, searching for anything particularly interesting relevant to the Cradle. He had already received five different false positives this week, but there was at least some potential for a breakthrough.




Vreta awoke suddenly, having been jolted into consciousness by a priority alert through his neural implant. He had not intended to fall asleep, so he was not sure how long his nap had lasted, but as soon as he came to, he noticed a notification in the periphery of his vision. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and let out a yawn before directing the alert to open with a simple thought. He was being notified of discoveries by his sniffer programs, but unlike the false positives earlier this week, there were dozens of them.

The lethargy that had overtaken Vreta for most of the day was quick to disappear. Half of the programs he had uploaded were now sending him alerts; he could not imagine this being a false positive. He practically ran across his apartment into his bedroom and grabbed a fairly large, robust metal case from underneath his bed and held the scanner up to his eye to unlock it. For important representatives of major corporations, there was nothing unusual about locking away sensitive materials in a protective case, though it was perhaps uncommon for that case to deliver a massive electric current that would destroy its contents should it be opened improperly. Biometrics were not always terribly secure, but a lock that used an artificial eye as a key could be made exceptionally safe. Namely, it would only open if Vreta was alive, awake, alert, and willing.

Among other, more mundane materials relating to his cover, there was a small data pad which Vreta grabbed as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. The alerts that Vreta had received through his implants were non-descriptive and masked as personal messages. The actual data from his sniffer programs was sent to this device, which was made specifically to be exceptionally difficult to trace. The program on the device highlighted what it identified as the most important information, but Vreta still spent twenty minutes going through it all.

Overall, there was no doubt in Vreta’s mind that this was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. Something had happened in the Cradle, though nothing his programs had intercepted quit told the full story. There was some sort of disruption in a recent expansion in the Cradle, and it was major. Enough that the Outremer government was getting involved. Communications had been secretly cut off between that section of the Cradle and the outside world and a cover story was already being formulated. Evidently, even the Humans did not know what was happening, as experts were being called in for the purpose of investigation. But, what was most important for Vreta was the fact that the section was not currently being locked down from access. Clearly, they were trying to keep this under wraps, and an outright lockdown would be guaranteed to bring the public’s attention straight to it. This was an area he did have access to, so for now, he had an opening to investigate this himself without breaking any of the Humans’ laws. Though, this was still something he would have to approach carefully.

From the data pad, Vreta sent the command for his sniffer programs to erase themselves. It would be irritating to have to plant them again if this turned out to be nothing, but he needed to be cautious. His programs were exceptionally sophisticated by Human standards and were highly unlikely to be discovered, but even so, he did not want anything out there which could serve as evidence of his…misbehavior if something did go wrong. To that end, he also wiped the data pad before locking it back up.

Reaching over to the other side of his bed, Vreta grabbed his belt and searched through one of the pouches until he found a small container holding a clear liquid, which he promptly drank. It would help ensure he had plenty of energy for whatever might be ahead. He put on the belt as well, though as he would be entering the Cradle, he did not expect he would need it. Still, it never hurt to be prepared. His hotel had complementary Cradle entry gear available on nearly every floor, so he would not need to go far.
In The Cradle 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Name: Vreta’Sori

Species: Rothian


Height: 6’7” (2 meters)

Age: 612

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Nationality: Rothian (Syr'Jakran by birth)

Occupation: Spy

Skills: As a spy working directly for the Rahn’Masser, Vreta is an individual with a variety of skills tailored to operating independently, and for an extended time. He is well-researched on the societies and laws of every known, spacefaring civilization, and he is skilled in the art of deception. He is not a soldier, though he does have combat training for self-defense. Though, the largest reason that he, in particular, was selected as the agent to investigate the Cradle was due to his background as an expert in technology. He has, at different points in his life, been involved in programming, research and development for computer hardware and other high-tech devices, and most importantly, the study of alien technology.

Cybernetics:

  • Skeletal reinforcement and muscular enhancement. Grants improved strength, stamina, and resistance to injury.
  • Multiple artificial organs, including the heart and lungs. Allows him to hold his breath for an extended duration, grants further improved stamina and cardiac function, and can filter most toxins. His heart possesses a fabricator for nanomachines, which assist many bodily functions and accelerate healing.
  • Enhanced neural implant. While many Rothians possess neural implants, Vreta’s is specialized to serve his role in espionage. It can allow his brain to interface directly with not only Rothian computers, but other known alien computer architectures as well. It also possesses a limited artificial intelligence program to assist in potentially adapting to novel machine architectures. The implant can also collect data from sensors throughout the body to provide information on Vreta’s vitality, as well as analyze information from other sensory implants.
  • Sensory implants. Vreta possesses ocular, aural, and olfactory implants with data collection nodes linking to his neural implant. His eyes in particular have been replaced with artificial prosthetics, which, in addition to generally improved vision, grant low light vision, and can apply visual filters to allow sight in infrared, or the ability to visualize magnetic fields. The artificial eye can also overlay information processed by his neural implant as a form of augmented reality.
  • Claws. For purposes of self-defense, Vreta’s natural, keratin claws have been replaced by prosthetics made from an advanced, highly-durable composite polymer with increased sharpness and strength. To reduce the chance of detection, they are coated in a hardened layer of keratin, with the exception of the very tips of each claw.


Background: Vreta’s upbringing was nothing unusual for a Rothian. He was hatched on the world of Syr’Jakra, and like any other child, was raised by the state. He performed well in school and was noted for his cleverness by his instructors, both in terms of completing his assignments, and for his tendency to be a troublemaker. He was occasionally guilty of mostly harmless pranks, though they were more often directed towards his fellow students than anyone else. Regardless, by the standards of his instructors, he shaped up by his graduation.

As with many Rothians, Vreta has walked many different paths through life, through multiple careers. Early in his adulthood, he made attempts at multiple jobs over about forty years. He had a few decades of an artistic streak, making attempts at writing, then painting and a few other visual arts, but could not compete with the most skilled at their crafts. When that failed, he made a short lived, and unsuccessful, attempt at becoming a professional athlete. He was in his eighties when he finally started to delve into technology for a potential career.

Vreta started with programming and was educated on designing software. His first career he found in designing games and other entertainment software, which lasted for a hundred years before he decided to go into his first retirement for about fifty years. When he came out of retirement, he tried, and failed, again at becoming a professional athlete, then spent a few years moving around between smaller jobs before returning to his work in technology. This time, his focus was more on hardware than software, as he had managed to earn a job working in research and development at a tech company on Anskaria. He spent the next century developing consumer devices for both Rothians, and lesser devices approved for export to other species, then another fifty years working directly for the government developing weapons and equipment for both soldiers and vehicles.

Vreta went into another retirement for about twenty years, but exited early upon being given the opportunity to accept an administrative role at a major tech company. He became the manager of the company’s R&D department, and over the next eighty years worked his way high up the corporate ladder. Business, he found, was his most successful career in his four hundred years of life. He was certainly knowledgeable an experienced in research, but he had a certain talent for talking to others. Not only did others find him likable, but he could read people well and could figure out just what to say to bring them over to his line of thinking. He oversaw several major deals for the company, and though shorter than some of his other careers, he earned enough money by the time he was done with it to fund several comfortable retirements. Although, he only had a short, ten year retirement before another opportunity came to him.

With the recommendation of a friend he made during his time working with the government, Vreta took on a far more…exciting career path in the form of a Rahn’Masser agent. Training alone took decades, but he had the innate skills to find his place within the agency. His cleverness and ability to understand and manipulate others were skills that served him well in espionage. With enough preparation, he found that he could even work well among non-Rothian species. He has taken on dozens of assignments through the years, and has most recently been assigned to learn more about the mysterious alien supercomputer known as “The Cradle” on the Human world of Outremer. Given how important the Cradle has been for Human technological advancement, they have thusfar refused any meaningful access to Rothian researchers, regardless of what they are offered in exchange. Vreta has been inserted as the representative of a Rothian tech company named Zuraxi’Synkuur to a Human corporation on Outremer, with which they are doing business. He is currently under orders to maintain caution and avoid causing incidents, though his cover has already allowed him limited access to certain “public” portions of the Cradle. For now, he continues to work for the company he represents, but is biding his time and waiting for just the right opportunity to act.
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