Taka
Dane
erikhIt seemed that every other minute Samara was wiping a buildup of sweat away, scattering the droplets on the surface of her hand to the dirt beneath her feet. Her hands pressed down hard atop the cylinder motion tracker, one of many, that made their way into the inner chamber where both she and her boss toiled away, day after day, preparing for a revolution. After a moment of struggle, the device locked itself into the rock below it, and soon a green LED light began to blink at its base to confirm its activeness. Sighing with relief that the ordeal of installing these trackers looked to be concluded, Samara dipped her hand into one of the lower pockets of her cargo pants. Out from it had come a small pad that allowed for her to examine the status of each individual tracker she had placed. Beside each of them were status colors that indicated their conditions—power, shell integrity, and if they had picked up something heavy enough to be reported in to her mini-mainframe.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” she silently praised her efforts. As Samara had hoped, all individual motion trackers were reading the same green light that indicated their effectiveness. As long as she was in front of her computer or examining this, she’d be able to have a set of metaphorical eyes watching the standard way of entering the abandoned facility. Just as she stood up, Samara’s head cocked in the direction of her partner down the tunnel just behind her. Stowing the pad away in the very same lower pocket for the time being, she hustled down the tunnel with a pleased smile until she arrived. There, right where she had left him prior, was the man who was making everything possible with her.
“You got it to work? Great!” Samara gave him a toothy grin as she joined beside him, examining the completed morpher. Before she had left him to help secure the perimeter, she left her phone behind to play him a handful of classic songs from the past to help him focus and keep his mood positive. Taking it in hand and pausing it in the middle of one of her personal favorites, her eyes wandered back to the final morpher that was completed once she pocketed her phone. “So this is finally happening,” she realized aloud. It seemed like just yesterday they were discussing this act of rebellion, when it was actually months. To finally be in a position to take the fight to Galatec rather than cower was exhilarating, but still Samara had doubts of her own, doubts she was very much vocal about. The smile that graced her weary appearance faltered. “Are we really sure about this bunch? I know we’re desperate, but…”
Her voice and train of thoughts had trailed away. Samara was willing to put her faith in these individuals just as her partner was. However, there was a part of her that still wanted to reconsider a few of them. There was no position for them to do that anymore, she was greatly aware of that. The wheels were already in motion and to stop now would not do New Earth any good. It had to be this group, but even so she would hate it if anything happened to those that weren’t prepared for what was expected of them. They didn’t ask for this—heck, would they really be given a choice once they were brought here?
“Forget it,” shaking her head, Samara dug back into one of her lower pockets and retrieved the small pad from before. Brushing away the strands that clung to her matted forehead, she opened it up again before the Mentor and allowed him to see as she had before. Every reading was green. “Anyway, they work. If the Displacement System isn’t as slick as we hope it is, we’ll have a window to be ready to move if they manage to track it here—which they won’t.” At least not for some time, and Samara was confident about that. They had spent far too long planning for nearly every scenario to not create contingency plans. Security cameras would have been better, but beggars could not be choosers.
From office work to securing an abandoned mine for use, she never would have thought she would ended up covered in dirt and sweating more than she thought possible. Peering downward and noticing the lace of her left boot was coming loose, she had knelt down to tie it back, sighing hard as she did so. The humidity of this mine was always a bother. When the choice came between moving in the air scrubbers before the fans, the answer had been obvious at the time. But now she wasn’t so sure. Her black top was as slick as her forehead, making her heavy duty work clothes feel like a sponge.
“Remind me to finally get a fan down here once we gather them. This is ridiculous, and with my computer it’s only going to get warmer.” Standing up again, Samara’s hands settled on her hips. Despite how nervous she was, and how unbearably hot it was, she could not deny the excitement she felt at finally taking action. It was time to see if all that sneaking around and plotting was worth it after all.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” she silently praised her efforts. As Samara had hoped, all individual motion trackers were reading the same green light that indicated their effectiveness. As long as she was in front of her computer or examining this, she’d be able to have a set of metaphorical eyes watching the standard way of entering the abandoned facility. Just as she stood up, Samara’s head cocked in the direction of her partner down the tunnel just behind her. Stowing the pad away in the very same lower pocket for the time being, she hustled down the tunnel with a pleased smile until she arrived. There, right where she had left him prior, was the man who was making everything possible with her.
“You got it to work? Great!” Samara gave him a toothy grin as she joined beside him, examining the completed morpher. Before she had left him to help secure the perimeter, she left her phone behind to play him a handful of classic songs from the past to help him focus and keep his mood positive. Taking it in hand and pausing it in the middle of one of her personal favorites, her eyes wandered back to the final morpher that was completed once she pocketed her phone. “So this is finally happening,” she realized aloud. It seemed like just yesterday they were discussing this act of rebellion, when it was actually months. To finally be in a position to take the fight to Galatec rather than cower was exhilarating, but still Samara had doubts of her own, doubts she was very much vocal about. The smile that graced her weary appearance faltered. “Are we really sure about this bunch? I know we’re desperate, but…”
Her voice and train of thoughts had trailed away. Samara was willing to put her faith in these individuals just as her partner was. However, there was a part of her that still wanted to reconsider a few of them. There was no position for them to do that anymore, she was greatly aware of that. The wheels were already in motion and to stop now would not do New Earth any good. It had to be this group, but even so she would hate it if anything happened to those that weren’t prepared for what was expected of them. They didn’t ask for this—heck, would they really be given a choice once they were brought here?
“Forget it,” shaking her head, Samara dug back into one of her lower pockets and retrieved the small pad from before. Brushing away the strands that clung to her matted forehead, she opened it up again before the Mentor and allowed him to see as she had before. Every reading was green. “Anyway, they work. If the Displacement System isn’t as slick as we hope it is, we’ll have a window to be ready to move if they manage to track it here—which they won’t.” At least not for some time, and Samara was confident about that. They had spent far too long planning for nearly every scenario to not create contingency plans. Security cameras would have been better, but beggars could not be choosers.
From office work to securing an abandoned mine for use, she never would have thought she would ended up covered in dirt and sweating more than she thought possible. Peering downward and noticing the lace of her left boot was coming loose, she had knelt down to tie it back, sighing hard as she did so. The humidity of this mine was always a bother. When the choice came between moving in the air scrubbers before the fans, the answer had been obvious at the time. But now she wasn’t so sure. Her black top was as slick as her forehead, making her heavy duty work clothes feel like a sponge.
“Remind me to finally get a fan down here once we gather them. This is ridiculous, and with my computer it’s only going to get warmer.” Standing up again, Samara’s hands settled on her hips. Despite how nervous she was, and how unbearably hot it was, she could not deny the excitement she felt at finally taking action. It was time to see if all that sneaking around and plotting was worth it after all.