Devious Technology

[Pancakes]

La Frog nervously looked at his screen. Someone was messing with one of their missile turrets. He did not know where, who and he could only have a very good guess why. He accessed the micro-transmitter of that weapon. "Hmm seems like someone is transmitting a scan including the blue prints of our... missile turret"
He sat down and smelled the wine he had in his cup. "Most interesting... I can't seem to be able to block the transfer... nor to change destination or to get a lock on both of them... hmmm..." He typed a bit in the console. "Ha, that should do it. The micro-transmitters will now receive a command to transmit here the location and names of the vessels that carry, or used to carry our guns! Get involved in their manufacturing. I bet they won't even notice it, their simple Sirian technology is simply not strong enough, right Rexy?" He asked a body of a Royalist, hanged from the ceiling. There was also a poker game in the middle that seemed to have been conducted several minutes before that, 5 participants, apparently La Frog and the unfortune man were part of it.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD