Contessa and the guard made the all too familiar walk to her assigned sphere once again that week, "Attempting to get into the weapons bay?" the guard asked with mild amusement, obviously showing that he was new to Yang's regime, "That's something. It speaks volumes..."
"Tell me about it." Contessa replied looking over at the officer. Unlike the more seasoned officers belonging to the corps, this guard didn't contain the stone glare most had acquired over a period of time. Instead he had a more thoughtful look about him enhanced by a lofty brow, and his overall mannerisms seemed more relaxed compared to the others.
"Home, sweet home. Pardon if you find my attempt at humor offensive in any way. I'm new to Yang's clique, and despite the ungodly strict ways of the society I'm trying to lighten things up a bit."
"Personally, I would prefer a bit of humor every now and then. Just don't get too carried away, lest you end up in one of these punishment spheres yourself."
"Well, I'm glad to know someone appreciates what I'm doing." he said adding emphasis on someone, as he closed and locked the door of the room behind her. After a point in time, every guard on The Hive didn't bother to watch as Contessa prepared herself for the sphere because they knew she wouldn't try and worm out of it. She hesitated today though. She had been so close to distributing artillery pieces to most of the population, but she had gotten arrogant and went for some of the heavy missiles Yang kept.
~* Flashback *~
Evening began descend upon Planet. The citizens of The Hive were pulling a late shift that night because there had been murmurs of an uprising earlier that day, but of course, the officers heard word-of-mouth from other officials and abruptly stamped out any more talk of mutiny. I will not have this, Contessa thought to herself as they received the announcement that there would be a nerve stapling the next day as a result of this. Once they finally went to their quarters she whispered to her roommates, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will rise up from this persecution. And I guarantee it."
So, later that night, she led a group of closely-knit insurgents such as herself across the grounds to the weapons area. The urban, technological area of the grounds was far apart from the rural working area. There was nothing to duck behind when crossing these grounds, and it appeared that the two sections of the city were two separate cities. Guard towers were variously dotted around the grounds, and upon each of them a spotlight searched the ground for prey. Under the cover of darkness Contessa dashed out across median occasionally having to weave side to side to avoid being spotted. When on the Unity she learned some tricks from a Datatech prober, so breaking and entering the weapons bay was no problem. The walls of the buildings were lined from ceiling to floor with ammunition and firearms, and the nearby corridors seemed to go forever in a maze of weaponry. She poked her head out of the doorway and gestured for a few more of her comrades to follow her example.
The plan was that the group would make a sort of line across the median and while Contessa raided, the booty would be passed along the line to the living quarters. The idea was to have the majority of the drone population armed, so the next morning when the guards came to wake them they'd be ready.
That plan wasn't guaranteed to work though because the moral of the officers compared to the drones was factored in along with types of firearms being used by both sides.
For hours they raided and were successful for the most part, but towards dawn Contessa was struck with an idea. Once the first room was empty she saw the wing where missile prototypes were kept. Once her comrade returned she ordered him along with the other drones away to the living quarters. She stepped up to the control console and for half an hour she decoded layer upon layer of encryption's until the lock finally clicked and the door opened. She was met with,
"Hi." A guard had duty in that very area. Damn it. Son of a bitch damn it, she thought to herself as she was taken to a holding cell to await her punishment.
~* End Flashback *~
In retrospect, she thought to herself as se slowly began to give in to the punishment sphere, maybe going for the heavy stuff wasn't such a good idea. The fact that her own arrogance cost the citizens their freedom hurt more than the current running through her body. Next time she'd be more careful.
"Tell me about it." Contessa replied looking over at the officer. Unlike the more seasoned officers belonging to the corps, this guard didn't contain the stone glare most had acquired over a period of time. Instead he had a more thoughtful look about him enhanced by a lofty brow, and his overall mannerisms seemed more relaxed compared to the others.
"Home, sweet home. Pardon if you find my attempt at humor offensive in any way. I'm new to Yang's clique, and despite the ungodly strict ways of the society I'm trying to lighten things up a bit."
"Personally, I would prefer a bit of humor every now and then. Just don't get too carried away, lest you end up in one of these punishment spheres yourself."
"Well, I'm glad to know someone appreciates what I'm doing." he said adding emphasis on someone, as he closed and locked the door of the room behind her. After a point in time, every guard on The Hive didn't bother to watch as Contessa prepared herself for the sphere because they knew she wouldn't try and worm out of it. She hesitated today though. She had been so close to distributing artillery pieces to most of the population, but she had gotten arrogant and went for some of the heavy missiles Yang kept.
~* Flashback *~
Evening began descend upon Planet. The citizens of The Hive were pulling a late shift that night because there had been murmurs of an uprising earlier that day, but of course, the officers heard word-of-mouth from other officials and abruptly stamped out any more talk of mutiny. I will not have this, Contessa thought to herself as they received the announcement that there would be a nerve stapling the next day as a result of this. Once they finally went to their quarters she whispered to her roommates, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will rise up from this persecution. And I guarantee it."
So, later that night, she led a group of closely-knit insurgents such as herself across the grounds to the weapons area. The urban, technological area of the grounds was far apart from the rural working area. There was nothing to duck behind when crossing these grounds, and it appeared that the two sections of the city were two separate cities. Guard towers were variously dotted around the grounds, and upon each of them a spotlight searched the ground for prey. Under the cover of darkness Contessa dashed out across median occasionally having to weave side to side to avoid being spotted. When on the Unity she learned some tricks from a Datatech prober, so breaking and entering the weapons bay was no problem. The walls of the buildings were lined from ceiling to floor with ammunition and firearms, and the nearby corridors seemed to go forever in a maze of weaponry. She poked her head out of the doorway and gestured for a few more of her comrades to follow her example.
The plan was that the group would make a sort of line across the median and while Contessa raided, the booty would be passed along the line to the living quarters. The idea was to have the majority of the drone population armed, so the next morning when the guards came to wake them they'd be ready.
That plan wasn't guaranteed to work though because the moral of the officers compared to the drones was factored in along with types of firearms being used by both sides.
For hours they raided and were successful for the most part, but towards dawn Contessa was struck with an idea. Once the first room was empty she saw the wing where missile prototypes were kept. Once her comrade returned she ordered him along with the other drones away to the living quarters. She stepped up to the control console and for half an hour she decoded layer upon layer of encryption's until the lock finally clicked and the door opened. She was met with,
"Hi." A guard had duty in that very area. Damn it. Son of a bitch damn it, she thought to herself as she was taken to a holding cell to await her punishment.
~* End Flashback *~
In retrospect, she thought to herself as se slowly began to give in to the punishment sphere, maybe going for the heavy stuff wasn't such a good idea. The fact that her own arrogance cost the citizens their freedom hurt more than the current running through her body. Next time she'd be more careful.