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Apologies for the delay, moving this along is near the top of tomorrows list.
Halo said
Kali is going to flip her nut when she hears about what Jaerdi did. This is gonna be fun Dervs - I'm still on holiday, I'll be much more active as soon as I'm home in a week!
Good good. Jaerdi would love to tell her all about it, and he'll enjoy totally not caring about her reaction xD
Short post is up. Hailing the Hive because the Wraith are anti-social...
As a side note, all outgoing comms from my ship are visual and audio.
As a side note, all outgoing comms from my ship are visual and audio.
Rhea finally finished going over most of intercepted and broadcasted transmissions, including one, from a ship by the name of Icarus, claiming that their AI had acted without orders when it had tried to invade every ship in planetary orbit. Rhea had almost laughed at that, it was obviously a hastily spun lie to cover up their information gathering. While the hacking attempt could be considered a hostile action, it was an understandable one. One had to know firstly whether those around you were enemies, and secondly whether one could fight or if it was preferable to run. If Valerie was capable of such cyberwarfare, Rhea would’ve given the same order in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, Valerie’s capabilities were limited outside of her body, be it the ships systems or her android Avatar. “Valerie, see if you can make contact with the Icarus’ AI and find out about them. They might be useful allies, and it seems they are in just as unusual a position as us.” If they had just tried to hack the ship she’d probably already be shooting, but they’d apologised on an open channel and that made Rhea think they might be useful as an ally.
Her train of thought was interrupted though, as Valeries form once again appeared on the bridges screen. “Captain, the Galactic Empire ships have powered weapons and targeted us, among others. I’m also detecting attempts to jam communications.” That was just what Rhea needed. A firefight while she was still determining her course of action. “Fine. If they want to play it like that. Battlestations. Deploy battle blades, load defensive missiles and put PDLs on standby. ECM to maximum and keep us moving in an erratic holding pattern, I want their targeting jammed.” Rhea hardly listened for the acknowledgements from her ship and crew, she knew they would all get their tasks done quickly and efficiently.
In the mean time, she looked over the specs Valerie had been able to gather on the various ships in orbit thus far. One of the ships was truly massive, twice the length of an XMC and far bulkier. All her instincts told her that that ship was one she wanted on her side. It was also the only one not doing much transmitting, and while some of the other ships seemed to be largely indicating they were on the same side, this one was unknown. She pointed to its signature orbital map displayed on the left screen “Valerie, establish communications with that vessel. If this is going to turn into a battle, I want them on my side.” The AI turned her face sideways, as though to look where the captain was pointing, before turning back, a single slight flicker of her eyelids the only indication that she was working.“Communications established.” She stated before disappearing from the screen.
“Unknown vessel, this is Captain Rhea Shohashi aboard the Systems Commonwealth vessel Valorous Intent. Both of our vessels have been targeted by the ships of the Galactic Empire and my sensors indicate they are prepared and may fire at any moment. In the interests of survival and victory, I propose an alliance. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Her train of thought was interrupted though, as Valeries form once again appeared on the bridges screen. “Captain, the Galactic Empire ships have powered weapons and targeted us, among others. I’m also detecting attempts to jam communications.” That was just what Rhea needed. A firefight while she was still determining her course of action. “Fine. If they want to play it like that. Battlestations. Deploy battle blades, load defensive missiles and put PDLs on standby. ECM to maximum and keep us moving in an erratic holding pattern, I want their targeting jammed.” Rhea hardly listened for the acknowledgements from her ship and crew, she knew they would all get their tasks done quickly and efficiently.
In the mean time, she looked over the specs Valerie had been able to gather on the various ships in orbit thus far. One of the ships was truly massive, twice the length of an XMC and far bulkier. All her instincts told her that that ship was one she wanted on her side. It was also the only one not doing much transmitting, and while some of the other ships seemed to be largely indicating they were on the same side, this one was unknown. She pointed to its signature orbital map displayed on the left screen “Valerie, establish communications with that vessel. If this is going to turn into a battle, I want them on my side.” The AI turned her face sideways, as though to look where the captain was pointing, before turning back, a single slight flicker of her eyelids the only indication that she was working.“Communications established.” She stated before disappearing from the screen.
“Unknown vessel, this is Captain Rhea Shohashi aboard the Systems Commonwealth vessel Valorous Intent. Both of our vessels have been targeted by the ships of the Galactic Empire and my sensors indicate they are prepared and may fire at any moment. In the interests of survival and victory, I propose an alliance. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Lets hope we can break that trend then....
Jaerdi's idea of a 'mishap' does in fact involve quite a few dead people....
I look forward to when he can tell everyone about his exploits later.
I look forward to when he can tell everyone about his exploits later.
Jaerdi watched as Tanya went over the various jobs each person had stated they could do and, to some extent, took charge of defining some. She looked like she’d played the role of de-facto leader before, and Jaerdi would not be surprised to see her doing the majority of the directing for this motley team. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the Drell women's suddenly crashing to the floor after getting a dazed look on her face. He had read about the Drell, but they were so rare in the galaxy that he’d never actually worked with one, or against one. Only seen them in passing from time to time. If he had to guess, he would say that she had just experienced some kind of memory, though the books had not mentioned that they could be so… extreme. As he picked up his bag to leave, he could only hope the woman wouldn’t be afflicted by that sort of thing on the job.
On his way to drop his bag in the specified crate Jaerdi had pulled up his Omni tool to do some research. The information Tanya had sent him was useful, but it lacked the personal touch that he needed to get C-pat worked into a frenzy. The other man that had been chosen to escort the techies would likely just walk next to them and shoot anyone who looked threatening while generally being a very reactive guard. That job had its use, but it wasn’t Jaerdi’s style. He preferred to guard the client by making sure the people out to stop the client were too busy with all the chaos he caused to take the time to send a real force to his clients location.
By the time he had reached the crate, he had found a target he could work with. He didn’t have nearly as much time as he’d like to set up a nicely orchestrated mess for C-pat to work out, but he could at least have them chasing their tails for a little while. The target he’d chosen to work with was a Batarian extremist group that regularly agitated for making the station Batarian only, and was based on nearly the opposite side of the station to the security systems hub. Jaerdi liked extremist groups. Not for their ideals, they were usually ridiculous ideals, no, he liked them because they were very easy to stir into action. Usually rash action. This particular group marauded around their tiny slice of the station with a variety of guns, keeping just lawful enough to avoid being cracked down on too hard, but dodgy enough to have a constant eye on them. They fit the profile perfectly.
Thirty minutes later, Jaerdi had made it to the other side of the station and located one of the suspected second in commands of the group - just wandering around like he owned the place. He’d found a nice secure spot in an alley between buildings and taken out his prized Locust smg, ready to start gunning down Batarian extremists indiscriminately. It was at that point he opened up his omni tool and placed an audio only call for C-pat. To their credit, they answered quickly, a Turian voice on the other end of the line. He began speaking immediately, putting on his best terrified citizen voice. “Help! Help! The Batarians, they’re trying to kill me! They’ve gone mad! They’re just shooting everyone with less than four eyes!” When they asked for the location, he gave it to them, very specifically, and told them to hurry.
Once that was done and the call was stopped, he instigated the whole mess, leaning out from his cover and shouting “Hey four eyed freak! Get off our station!” Before adding injury to insult with a quick burst of smg fire at the high ranking Batarian. He went down quickly, and the rest of his people started firing various guns in Jaerdi’s general direction. He prepared a pair of Homing grenades on his Omni tool and stood out of cover, raising his hand to let them find their targets and release, his shields absorbing a few of the more accurate rounds while he did so. A second later, a pair of explosions marked the messy deaths of two more batarian thugs. While the remaining trio were in disarray from the expensive and exotic deaths of their brothers, Jaerdi leaned out and put them down with accurate bursts of fire from his Locust. Two of the thugs didn’t even have shields.
From there, he moved quickly, sprinting to the lead Batarians body, running a few brute force hacking programs on the mans omni tool as he went. Once he got there, he picked up the dead mans arm and activated his omni tool. It was easy enough to navigate the hacked tool and find the number to contact the overall leader of the extremists. Before he made the call though, he scrolled through his own omni tools selection of voice synthesisers. Sometimes it paid to use a voice that sounded a bit more badass than his own smooth Salarian alto. His finger hovered over ‘Krogan Badass’ for a moment before he eventually settled on ‘Macho Turian.’ One thing about law enforcement firms that Jaerdi had learned over the years, was that they all had Turians in them. Enforcing the law was something Turians just couldn’t stay away from. He tapped the message he wanted to deliver into his omni-tool in advance, then made the call on the deadmans omni tool, quickly pressing playback on his own tool. The message played in a near cartoonish, overly deep and gravelly Turian voice, and Jaerdi had to stop from laughing at it until it was over. “C-pat sends its regards. Time to go back to Khar’shan four-eyed monsters.” Jaerdi could hear the raging of the extremist leader from the other end of the line as he stood, a pleased grin on his face as he admired his work.
A minute later, a pair of C-pat officers rounded the corner and arrived on the scene, probably the closest patrol, and now the unluckiest of them all. Jaerdi was standing in the middle of the group of dead Batarians, one of their budget pistols in hand. “Finally. If my call had been real, I’d probably be a dead civilian by now.” He said to them as he raised both hands to point at them - one with his omni tool glowing, sending a chain overload to burn out their shields, and the other with the pistol he’d taken from the Batarian, which he promptly shot the two officers with. Normally he tried to avoid killing the police, but if the job demanded it, then the job demanded it. “My work here is done.” He said over the bodies, before dropping the gun and springing into his escape.
When the C-pat reinforcements arrived, they’d find dead C-pat officers next to dead extremists, and when the extremist reinforcements arrived, they’d find C-pat officers standing over dead extremists. It’d probably spark a rather messy firefight that, with any luck, would spread to encompass the entirety of the extremist territory, and draw away a fair amount of the C-pat force. And the best part was that no-one would know it didn’t occur naturally until far too late.
Now all that remained was to get the security hub guards away from their posts. He would have to think on his feet for that one, but ideas were already filling his mind as he made his way to the meeting point.
On his way to drop his bag in the specified crate Jaerdi had pulled up his Omni tool to do some research. The information Tanya had sent him was useful, but it lacked the personal touch that he needed to get C-pat worked into a frenzy. The other man that had been chosen to escort the techies would likely just walk next to them and shoot anyone who looked threatening while generally being a very reactive guard. That job had its use, but it wasn’t Jaerdi’s style. He preferred to guard the client by making sure the people out to stop the client were too busy with all the chaos he caused to take the time to send a real force to his clients location.
By the time he had reached the crate, he had found a target he could work with. He didn’t have nearly as much time as he’d like to set up a nicely orchestrated mess for C-pat to work out, but he could at least have them chasing their tails for a little while. The target he’d chosen to work with was a Batarian extremist group that regularly agitated for making the station Batarian only, and was based on nearly the opposite side of the station to the security systems hub. Jaerdi liked extremist groups. Not for their ideals, they were usually ridiculous ideals, no, he liked them because they were very easy to stir into action. Usually rash action. This particular group marauded around their tiny slice of the station with a variety of guns, keeping just lawful enough to avoid being cracked down on too hard, but dodgy enough to have a constant eye on them. They fit the profile perfectly.
Thirty minutes later, Jaerdi had made it to the other side of the station and located one of the suspected second in commands of the group - just wandering around like he owned the place. He’d found a nice secure spot in an alley between buildings and taken out his prized Locust smg, ready to start gunning down Batarian extremists indiscriminately. It was at that point he opened up his omni tool and placed an audio only call for C-pat. To their credit, they answered quickly, a Turian voice on the other end of the line. He began speaking immediately, putting on his best terrified citizen voice. “Help! Help! The Batarians, they’re trying to kill me! They’ve gone mad! They’re just shooting everyone with less than four eyes!” When they asked for the location, he gave it to them, very specifically, and told them to hurry.
Once that was done and the call was stopped, he instigated the whole mess, leaning out from his cover and shouting “Hey four eyed freak! Get off our station!” Before adding injury to insult with a quick burst of smg fire at the high ranking Batarian. He went down quickly, and the rest of his people started firing various guns in Jaerdi’s general direction. He prepared a pair of Homing grenades on his Omni tool and stood out of cover, raising his hand to let them find their targets and release, his shields absorbing a few of the more accurate rounds while he did so. A second later, a pair of explosions marked the messy deaths of two more batarian thugs. While the remaining trio were in disarray from the expensive and exotic deaths of their brothers, Jaerdi leaned out and put them down with accurate bursts of fire from his Locust. Two of the thugs didn’t even have shields.
From there, he moved quickly, sprinting to the lead Batarians body, running a few brute force hacking programs on the mans omni tool as he went. Once he got there, he picked up the dead mans arm and activated his omni tool. It was easy enough to navigate the hacked tool and find the number to contact the overall leader of the extremists. Before he made the call though, he scrolled through his own omni tools selection of voice synthesisers. Sometimes it paid to use a voice that sounded a bit more badass than his own smooth Salarian alto. His finger hovered over ‘Krogan Badass’ for a moment before he eventually settled on ‘Macho Turian.’ One thing about law enforcement firms that Jaerdi had learned over the years, was that they all had Turians in them. Enforcing the law was something Turians just couldn’t stay away from. He tapped the message he wanted to deliver into his omni-tool in advance, then made the call on the deadmans omni tool, quickly pressing playback on his own tool. The message played in a near cartoonish, overly deep and gravelly Turian voice, and Jaerdi had to stop from laughing at it until it was over. “C-pat sends its regards. Time to go back to Khar’shan four-eyed monsters.” Jaerdi could hear the raging of the extremist leader from the other end of the line as he stood, a pleased grin on his face as he admired his work.
A minute later, a pair of C-pat officers rounded the corner and arrived on the scene, probably the closest patrol, and now the unluckiest of them all. Jaerdi was standing in the middle of the group of dead Batarians, one of their budget pistols in hand. “Finally. If my call had been real, I’d probably be a dead civilian by now.” He said to them as he raised both hands to point at them - one with his omni tool glowing, sending a chain overload to burn out their shields, and the other with the pistol he’d taken from the Batarian, which he promptly shot the two officers with. Normally he tried to avoid killing the police, but if the job demanded it, then the job demanded it. “My work here is done.” He said over the bodies, before dropping the gun and springing into his escape.
When the C-pat reinforcements arrived, they’d find dead C-pat officers next to dead extremists, and when the extremist reinforcements arrived, they’d find C-pat officers standing over dead extremists. It’d probably spark a rather messy firefight that, with any luck, would spread to encompass the entirety of the extremist territory, and draw away a fair amount of the C-pat force. And the best part was that no-one would know it didn’t occur naturally until far too late.
Now all that remained was to get the security hub guards away from their posts. He would have to think on his feet for that one, but ideas were already filling his mind as he made his way to the meeting point.
I can wait another day Fallen, I'm just incredibly weary of this RPs tendency to be incredibly slow moving around briefings is all.
I'll be moving us along tomorrow sometime.
And so the Valorous Intent arrives.
For those that don't know, the various manifestations of High Guard AIs often don't agree with each other...
Between the onscreen face, the hologram and the android body, some rather odd-looking arguments can occur.
For those that don't know, the various manifestations of High Guard AIs often don't agree with each other...
Between the onscreen face, the hologram and the android body, some rather odd-looking arguments can occur.
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