09-13-2019, 09:55 PM
...hack.initiated...connecting.to.spyglass.network...decryption.in.progress...
...Master.Assassin.Mildred.Wolfe.recognized-professor(s).Goro.Yoshida.Vladamir.Scorpious.Brutus.Clay.Moriarty.recognized...feed.encrypted...
...location.New.London.Gate.construction.site...date...13SEP826.1605
This was it, this was the determining factor. I was ready for all outcomes, a part of me longed for the outcome where they turned on me once I got what I needed. But I'm not here to start a war, at least not today. The armaments on the station locked onto me as my flight path narrowed down towards the hangar, there were no words. Just an opening, they were definetly ready for my arrival. The amount of people in the universe that had seen a Lane Hacker in person outside of Malta, nevermind someone with my title - was extremely rare. They likely had seen the L.S.F report, they already knew what was coming.
Professors, pulling up the shoulder live feed now. Recording has started, 1605 13SEP826, mission assessment indicates tasking and risk are extreme. Proceeding with an override under task direction by Professor Goro Yoshida of the Inner Circle for MISSION #77. Final firearms checks and weapons checks are complete. All equipment is ready and has been accounted for. Cardamine inhaler and emergency capsules in place. Pre-mission station scans indicate the facilities security measures are high but personell count is low. Proceeding.
I was wearing the space suit thermal undergarments under a tight layer of thin body armor resembling a wetsuit. Over that came my out robe-like outfit, fancy gloves and boots, and an external protection layer. The thermal layer was a bit more loosely designed so I'd have full flexibility. Utilities were all on the belt. Firearms? Just two, but I prefer blades anyways. Throwing stars, Sais, crafted with plasteel - never fails to work.
As my ship's speed came to a close inside the hangar I could see several men around the hangar with side arms and what resembled rifles - tracking my ship. I could also see a few more people standing on the hangar bay unarmed. It was the Director himself.
I opened the hatch, folded my helmet and attached it to my belt as I climbed out of the cockpit. Jumping down a nice 10 feet to the deck to shock everyone. Cardamine was a real PF booster.
I poked at my wrist terminal a bit, tuning on the audio and starting a hazard scan of the hangar bay. The readings came back with warning indications since the station was formerly Gallic-owned. 'Jackpot' I thought to myself as I walked over towards the director.
I was a short person compared to everyone in the room, but that didn't remove the stunned face from anyone. They were getting a one time opportunity that thousands of intelligence officers craved for.
Director, thank you for the invite. Let's get down to business, if you have any questions on the trip now's the time. I wouldn't try any security checks for obvious reasons, I'm here for the intelligence portion of my job as we've both acknowledged. Not the part that you've seen displayed by the public and on every transmission. Rest assured I have no interest nor am I permitted to take an interest in anything... Bretonian on this mission. Touch any of the gear or do otherwise, and on top of being shocked - you'll have to deal with the other part of my job.
I held a glanced and stood still, waiting for him to acknowledge.
...Master.Assassin.Mildred.Wolfe.recognized-professor(s).Goro.Yoshida.Vladamir.Scorpious.Brutus.Clay.Moriarty.recognized...feed.encrypted...
...location.New.London.Gate.construction.site...date...13SEP826.1605
This was it, this was the determining factor. I was ready for all outcomes, a part of me longed for the outcome where they turned on me once I got what I needed. But I'm not here to start a war, at least not today. The armaments on the station locked onto me as my flight path narrowed down towards the hangar, there were no words. Just an opening, they were definetly ready for my arrival. The amount of people in the universe that had seen a Lane Hacker in person outside of Malta, nevermind someone with my title - was extremely rare. They likely had seen the L.S.F report, they already knew what was coming.
Professors, pulling up the shoulder live feed now. Recording has started, 1605 13SEP826, mission assessment indicates tasking and risk are extreme. Proceeding with an override under task direction by Professor Goro Yoshida of the Inner Circle for MISSION #77. Final firearms checks and weapons checks are complete. All equipment is ready and has been accounted for. Cardamine inhaler and emergency capsules in place. Pre-mission station scans indicate the facilities security measures are high but personell count is low. Proceeding.
I was wearing the space suit thermal undergarments under a tight layer of thin body armor resembling a wetsuit. Over that came my out robe-like outfit, fancy gloves and boots, and an external protection layer. The thermal layer was a bit more loosely designed so I'd have full flexibility. Utilities were all on the belt. Firearms? Just two, but I prefer blades anyways. Throwing stars, Sais, crafted with plasteel - never fails to work.
As my ship's speed came to a close inside the hangar I could see several men around the hangar with side arms and what resembled rifles - tracking my ship. I could also see a few more people standing on the hangar bay unarmed. It was the Director himself.
I opened the hatch, folded my helmet and attached it to my belt as I climbed out of the cockpit. Jumping down a nice 10 feet to the deck to shock everyone. Cardamine was a real PF booster.
I poked at my wrist terminal a bit, tuning on the audio and starting a hazard scan of the hangar bay. The readings came back with warning indications since the station was formerly Gallic-owned. 'Jackpot' I thought to myself as I walked over towards the director.
I was a short person compared to everyone in the room, but that didn't remove the stunned face from anyone. They were getting a one time opportunity that thousands of intelligence officers craved for.
Director, thank you for the invite. Let's get down to business, if you have any questions on the trip now's the time. I wouldn't try any security checks for obvious reasons, I'm here for the intelligence portion of my job as we've both acknowledged. Not the part that you've seen displayed by the public and on every transmission. Rest assured I have no interest nor am I permitted to take an interest in anything... Bretonian on this mission. Touch any of the gear or do otherwise, and on top of being shocked - you'll have to deal with the other part of my job.
I held a glanced and stood still, waiting for him to acknowledge.