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It was at that moment that Penny stopped. Her eyes had turned green again and she realized now what she had been doing. The blades retracted as a small object came out where the tip of her finger was. “Now it’s my turn to do some digging,” she said as she hacked into Sleipnir’s mainframe.
At this point Markos was more confused than ever.
He noticed the other woman who had just come down the stairs again, and decided that was probably the only place he was going to get answers.
"Excuse me, miss," He yelled out. "Do you have any idea what's going on here?"
“Aside from keeping you alive, she’s hacking him...I think,” Sinon said. “I don’t suppose there’s a rifle nearby, is there?”
Things somehow managed to get worse for Sleipnir. You would've thought that being impaled again and again would be the height of his downfall, but then she stopped. Seemed like a lucky break at first. His ability to operate had been severely hampered, but he could still take her on!
So of course, she had to decide to turn the tables on him completely and hack him.
"DON'T YOU DARE-"
At which point he ceased talking, as his systems automatically rerouted his processing power to combating the breach. If it wasn't for the damage he'd sustained this would've been a near-impossible endeavour, but as he was now, he was vulnerable. Still, he wasn't going to simply let her comb his mind like that, so he put everything he could into fighting her back and preventing her from accessing some particularly valuable things. Such as his travel routes and the locations of both home base and various other places he'd been to.
At this point, Penny was focusing on altering Sleipnir’s programming, to eliminate the murderous robot and make him a bit more...friendly. She was also trying to see how and if he was able to send messages to his superiors. Of course, he was putting up a fight but she was ready for him.
She now found herself in his programming and there was a lot to absorb. “I apologize for the stab wounds,” she said. “Omega Protocol overrides most of my basic functions...”
"No, no. I mean what the heck is the entirety of this thing occuring in my face and what is the leadup to these 2 robots falling through my car rental's roof? Also, if that rifle was yours, which I thought it was, I think it's somewhere near my car. It's the one, that as aformentioned, has a ruined car door and roof."
“Long story short, big scary robot was here to kill the Bucksdenian leader and Penny here is her friend and protector. But yeah, sorry about the car...”
"You're telling me that the leader of Norway is indirectly why my car got destroyed?"
“Pretty much, yeah...” Sinon went and got her rifle, checking to make sure everything still worked accordingly.
"Alright then. Well I'll just stay here, since you guys seem to have whatever is going on here covered fine."
"Apology accepted. Not that I'm in any position to deny it right now."
He was a lot less threatening in his head, even more so with how weak he was right now. He wasn't going to just give up, but he already felt his control over his own body slipping as his defenses slowly but surely crumbled.
""Interstellar artificial intelligence assassin" isn't the most secure job, in hindsight. Would've definitely become a florist or something if it wasn't for being forced to serve. Won't be a problem once you change my code around, I suppose, can't do much to fight it now. But some resistance makes it more fun!"
“A florist? That would not have been my first guess...do you still not remember your past?” She actually pitied the being, whoever he used to be. “There’s still one thing: those people in the building...what happened to them?”
“Hold on a second...” Sinon said. “I know you, weren’t you one of those guys that were on Palaven?”
Wilson merely nodded
"You seem otherworldly..." She said in a sort of quiet murmur, causing Richardson and Greene to look at eachother. Wilson quickly explained her statement.
"I mean no offense of course, I never have met someone not from earth before." She gave the first genuine smile of the day. It was clear there was much more behind the shell than the nationalist that she painted herself to be. As she sat down so did Richardson.
"Alright lets begin with this... what do you know..."
Wilson nodded, gulping from her own nerves for a second before speaking...
"Believe me when I say this but I really don't know much."
Greene through her hands up.
"Well isn't that the statement of the year then..."
Richardson raised his hand, silencing her. She went to quiet and annoyed murmurs. Richardson ignored her for a second as he looked over to Wilson, who finally continued.
"Though what I do know is that White had been apparently planning this for a while... he and some of his Cabinet had a lot of closed door meetings.. literally he only told me about it maybe an hour before it happened over a damn phone call! Told me to rally the party behind him!"
"Rally the party? For what? The Floridian Nationalists love him I thought..."
Wilson laughed.
"Yeah alright... you really think we're as harcore as him and his inner circle are?"
Greene looked at her.
"We thought you were his inner circle."
"In congress yes but in the Executive far from it... that's where most of the action pertaining to this happened. So sure you can go knocking on Congressmen's doors but they wouldn't know more than I do. Though I can point you where to look..."
Richardson sighed.
"What do you want in return..?"
Wilson stood up for a second, looking down to Richardson.
"Protection."
Greene rolled her eyes.
"No way woman, you really think we-"
Richardson cut her off again.
"Hmm... we can see what we can do. Keep in contact?"
Wilson shook his hand.
"Will do. Though please... see if you can find a way... I can't do another term under Whites Iron Heel... and if you all are here it only means what happened to the Inca might just happen here... and the last thing I need is my head on a fvcking pike."
Greene scoffed.
"Well maybe you should've toned it down on the nationalism maybe?"
Wilson looked at her.
"You don't get it... the way my district is formed I had to appeal to that crowd. The Florida Whigs were caving to the Alabamite Left while the Nationals wanted a hardliner and chose me for some reason... turned me from a known moderate to a staunch anti-carolinian floridian nationalist."
She sighed
"You think I want people to get hurt? You think I reallt hate the Carolinians with such a passion? You must know nothing about how politics works then..."
Greene sighed, walking forwards.
"Maybe I don't... so good thing I don't care."
She grabbed onto the congresswoman's dress, pulling her forwards. Richardson merely watched, the scene playing out as any romance born from hatred would. He couldn't help but smirk a little, something told him he'd be seeing Wilson much more in the future.
Greene then spoke.
"So then don't talk to me about playing politics. I only respect one force in this world and that is strength."
She let go with force, causing the congresswoman to fallback a little and stumble. Richardson couldn't help but notice the slight blush on the womans face. She had been charmed by Greene, though it seemed Greene was too hot tempered to realize it at the time. Richardson nodded to her and then looked at Blake.
"Blake? Do you have any questions for the young congresswoman?"
“There’s one thing I don’t get...” Blake said. “White has to know the NUC and their allies, which means trying to kill off their President is practically suicide. So why would he take that risk? Does Florida have their own allies as well?”
Wilson sighed.
"White is a madman I tell you... the man wants to believe that nobody would side with the Carolinians even though they have a vast array of allies ready and waiting...."
She looked around the room.
"I mean at the end of the day you can't cure stupid am I right?"
Both Richardson and Greene nodded as they prepared to leave the room.
"Alright, time to go fetch the next target... hmm. Should we try and hit up Secretary of Foreign Affairs or Defense...."
Wilson overheard them.
"I would go for Foreign Affairs, Defense was against the plan since the beginning, he'll be a better ally than enemy for you all."
Greene nodded in mild appreciation, taking a peek at her quickly before turning back. Wilson noticed and smirked as she headed back into her office, though the two remained silent and out of the view of Richardson.
"Alright Foreign Affairs it is, we might be able to win over Defense if Wilsons intel is right afterwards."
- RP: Suspecting us
Aprimary 15th 5000
0905 hrs
Onboard the Zhu Style
Admiral Destiny Hartman stay in pitch black with only the sun giving light into the bridge.
Cadet: "Admiral, should we fire?"
Destiny: "Negative my love,"
Cadet: "Eh? Why? They are in a perfect position to be blown to bits!"
Destiny: "Correct, while our missiles may be able to penetrate their shields and rip their hull, and a bit of their armor, our lasers won't fair well with shields. We need them to bombard the planet,"
Cadet: "What!? Are you crazy Admiral!? There are a billion people on that planet,"
Destiny: "And they all depend on us, though again, we will need them to focus their energy to bombard Tyl Quadrus. And from there we can power back our ships and fire missiles and scrap them,"
Cadet: "But Admiral, what will the other Admirals do,"
Destiny: "Admiral Silverdreamer is a Lethean, and Letheans are so full of pride and feel higher than the rest of us that they will go out of their ways to prove us wrong. That comment Admiral Valerie gave to her will probably leave a mark on her," she smirked, "For Admiral Valerie, let's just say she puts her fate at my hands, even if my ancestors were her ancestors slaves,"
Cadet: "Eh? But why Admiral?"
Destiny: "Let's just say I saved her butt in Nigiro IV. That is where the Marauders has started to fear me and their bosses."
Cadet: "What made them fear you?"
Destiny: "This ship, and the dancers!"
Cadet: ". . . I don't understand."
Destiny: "You will understand in time," she says smiling, though the moment was cut short.
Specialist: "Admiral! It seems as though the ship has sent radio/communication waves to somewhere else in the galaxy."
Destiny: "Well, this could mean that this is probably a scouting party, either planning to disengage and warn the main fleet or they are giving the main fleet the go ahead to launch orbital strikes onto Tyl Quadrus,"
Cadet: "No. . . That can't be!"
Destiny: "You have a beautiful wife? Or lovely children, Cadet?"
Cadet: "Yes," he says, she then puts her hand on his shoulder, her hand being covered by a white glove.
Destiny: "I'm sorry to say this to you Cadet, and the rest of the crew, though the only thing right now we can do is put faith in the Gods and Goddesses, because this may be the end of life in Tyl Quadrus. You can only pray they make their deaths quick and not have them suffer. Or perhaps they gone into the bunkers at this point," she says, "A shameful display, though if we attack, we may expose ourselves and the last of our kin will die along with it." She replies. Though to ease the tension and to be the sadistic Kurin she is.
Destiny: "Hope you all have selected your mating partner here on the ship, as you know I am not available to mate with~~" she teased. The crew members nod in disapproval but she didn't care much.
“Captain, shall we send in the scout droids?”
Ozzel nodded. “Do it. We’ll need to see what the terrain is like there and if there are any potential hostiles.”
Soon, dozens of droids were launched from the Nebulas, heading towards the planet but spreading out as they hit atmosphere. “Now we wait,” Ozzel said simply.
Richardson nodded.
"Yes... it is odd isn't it..."
He thought on that for a minute, wondering what the heck could White be planning as they walked out of the building.
Meanwhile Wilson watched them walk out, seeing the card Richardson had left on her desk displaying a phone number that would lead to a secure connection. She smiled, pocketing it. It was time to bring White down.
As the four got back to the car they would be approached by a man wearing a suit and tie.
"So.. the rumors are true I see.."
Greene looked at him, her eyes piercing him like daggers.
"You would be whom?"
"Well... I got a little rumor that you lot were in town and I wanted to come and speak to you all."
Greene sighed as he completely ignored her question entirely. Richardson looked at him.
"Tell us who you are or we're done here."
The guy raised his hands and sighed.
"Alright Alright..." the man gave a slightly nervous laugh.
"I am Director of the Floridian State Security Service, Peter Brown. Now then, if you don't want to get arrested then all you got to do is listen to me."
Richardson stepped forwards.
"Alright then... I get the point. What do you wish to say?"
- RP: Shoot to kill.
Aprimary 15th 5000
0915 hrs
Onboard the Zhu Style
Admiral Destiny Hartman awaits for signs of movement on the Xeno ship, nothing much. Until someone saw something from the 3 giant ships.
Crewmen: "Admiral, I am seeing something from those three ships,"
Destiny: "Hand me the binoculars, she says as she zoomed in to take a closer look, her eyes widened on what she had seen, she dropped the binoculars,"
Cadet: "Admiral! Are you alright!?"
Destiny: "A relic from the past, A RELIC THAT SHOULD HAVE MET ITS DEMISE!! IT HAS COME! NO! IT FLED CONTAINMENT! IT SURVIVED THE APOCALYPSE! AND NOW IT DEMANDS RETRIBUTION!"
Cadet: "Admiral I think you're goi--"
Destiny: "The Grey Menace has come back, it is sending its Mechanoids to Tyl Quadrus to abduct our people and do who knows what!"
Cadet: "Oh my goddess. . ."
Destiny: "Fire the nuclear armaments."
Weapons Officer: "Admiral shouldn't we first negotia--"
Destiny: "Unit-410 doesn't do negotiations, it is seeking revenge on life on Tyl Quadrus. Shoot-to-kill, none alive,"
Weapons Officer: "Very well Admiral,"
All of a sudden the ships roared back to life and fired off their nuclear armaments and lasers. Fired upon the droids that tried to enter the atmosphere. New directives were sent to Admiral Valerie and Admiral Caily. Orders to shoot-to-kill. No Mechanoids left. The 20 corvettes roared to life and now surround the fleet, firing at different directions.
“Captain, the ships-!”
“Captain, the derelict ships are powering up!”
Ozzel snarled. He should’ve sensed a trap was in place. “All ships to battle stations, and have all fighters deployed immediately.” He’d stake his pride on the Nebula, let’s see how it can handle a group of corvettes.
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