Alex was unprepared to find himself facing down Cole Carton himself as his drones rose to the air, ready to search for the man who now emerged from the elevator. Alex frowned, straightening up and slowly closing the drone carrying case as the man stepped in, even having the gall to yawn, as if this situation wasn't serious. He had a self assured confidence that grated on the Justicar. Just who did Carton think he was, that any encounter with a Justicar of the Ultimatum could end any way besides badly for him? Alex's opinion of the man dropped accordingly, and he was so looking forward to arresting him, a man who could seemingly blow up innocent people without even caring.
The demand sent a chill through him while also reinforcing the point, and his mind worked rapidly. If the building exploded, his armor might be able to tank the blast, but without knowing how big the bomb was he couldn't determine that accurately. Then he saw the Tome pulled out and groaned internally. Damn it. Well, now he knew how he could work so fast. This wasn't any conventional bomb or explosive. His mind screamed to refuse, to say to do his worst, that the Ultimatum would never negotiate with rebels and terrorists, but the more rational side of his mind intervened. First and foremost, his job was to serve and protect the people, so if that meant letting himself be temporarily used as a hostage to save innocent lives, then so be it.
"Very well, Cole Carton," Alex said as he moved slowly, doing nothing to make the man hit the button. "If you want to get into the Capital so bad, then I will take you there." He left unsaid the fact that Carton probably wouldn't make it out of the Capital, at least not as he was now, and he slowly put away the drone case before raising his hands and turning around. "So terrorist, shall we be going?"
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Ah, the Yuuzhan Vong. Interesting idea, ruined by execution. The Thrawn trilogy is still my favorite of the EU.
You and me both. Much as I'm tempted to go with the standard response of 'screw it, go ahead and blow us up, no negotiating with terrorists'.
I notice that apparently the NSEA Protector II hitting the Magicienne debris was missed.
It was fine, except the Jester didn't actually hit the ground. He teleported away in midair to elsewhere in the Citadel.
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Without conflict, there is no story.
There's no story if we both explode either. :p
Well this is going to end badly.
Nope. It starts July 24, iirc.
Well, back from my trip. I'll post tomorrow if Amaya hasn't by then.
Alex stood there quietly, calmly, and yet as intimidatingly as possible before the motel manager, managing to not roll his eyes at the flattery he got, before getting a solid answer. Really, it was something he could do without. Respect was nice, and fear was good too, since both helped get the job done and made sure the law was served, but flattery? That was just a waste of his time.
"The Ultimatum thanks you for your help," he said, brushing past the man who sputtered out a 'Happy hunting?', moving instead to the center of the lobby. He should contact the Security personnel on the scene to confirm he had a lead, but he wanted to make sure first that Carton was here. So, in pursuit of his goal, he pulled out a case from his combo of robes and battle armor, much like a carrying case for pencils, yet so much more. It was part of the standard Justicar investigation kit, for hunting fugitives, and though somewhat expensive, it infinitely paid back for itself in terms of usage.
He opened it to reveal dozens of tiny robots, each no bigger than a bee, with optical camera and sensors to investigate and locate targets, then track them once they had been found. The development of technology had allowed for the creation of autonomous drones that were incredibly small, with some rumored to be no bigger than dust granules. Sadly, the Justicars couldn't exactly afford equipment like that, but this was satisfactory in any case.
He flipped open the relevant program on his holopad, the case bursting into motion as the robots activated and rose, wings flapping like actual flies. He input the target information, that of Cole carton. They would find him, and follow him. "Go," he said aloud, and the drones flew away, into the air vents and down the halls, sweeping each room in turn before moving onto the next. As it were, their size would make them very much unnoticeable except for the very observant, and if he started to lose drones then Alex would have a very good indication that something was up anyway.
He stood waiting patiently in the lobby, watching the various camera feeds from his holopad. Time to see if he could find his man.
"The Ultimatum thanks you for your help," he said, brushing past the man who sputtered out a 'Happy hunting?', moving instead to the center of the lobby. He should contact the Security personnel on the scene to confirm he had a lead, but he wanted to make sure first that Carton was here. So, in pursuit of his goal, he pulled out a case from his combo of robes and battle armor, much like a carrying case for pencils, yet so much more. It was part of the standard Justicar investigation kit, for hunting fugitives, and though somewhat expensive, it infinitely paid back for itself in terms of usage.
He opened it to reveal dozens of tiny robots, each no bigger than a bee, with optical camera and sensors to investigate and locate targets, then track them once they had been found. The development of technology had allowed for the creation of autonomous drones that were incredibly small, with some rumored to be no bigger than dust granules. Sadly, the Justicars couldn't exactly afford equipment like that, but this was satisfactory in any case.
He flipped open the relevant program on his holopad, the case bursting into motion as the robots activated and rose, wings flapping like actual flies. He input the target information, that of Cole carton. They would find him, and follow him. "Go," he said aloud, and the drones flew away, into the air vents and down the halls, sweeping each room in turn before moving onto the next. As it were, their size would make them very much unnoticeable except for the very observant, and if he started to lose drones then Alex would have a very good indication that something was up anyway.
He stood waiting patiently in the lobby, watching the various camera feeds from his holopad. Time to see if he could find his man.
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