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LOCATION: The Sword of Damocles (Earth's upper atmosphere)
The room was dark and dank, resembling an underground cavern rather than the lower deck of a madman's airbase. Hotei looked around nonchalantly, suddenly realizing that he couldn't see anyone. He realized his own dark jumpsuit shrouded his body from view. Only the dull red pole of his naginata was visible in the inky shadow.
"Hall's clear," Batholry's disembodied voice whispered. "I'm going to scout ahead."
"Not too far. And stay clear of any electronic machines! We don't want anything shorting out while we're six miles high," Adila whispered. She drew a small plastic cylinder from her pocket, bending it with an audible crack. The glow stick gave off little light, but it was as much as Adila would risk. "There's your path. Get going!" She ordered Conary, gesturing to a nearby ventilation duct. Conary grumbled a few inaudible swears as he dug a small electric screwdriver from his pocket and took off the vent covering. He pushed his laptop into the opening, cracked a glow stick, and then crawled into the rectangular labyrinth.
After a few minutes, Hotei drew his weapon as Adila opened the door. He crept into the hallway, doing his best to remain hidden in the dim light of the hallway. "Be careful. We don't know if the security system can see us," Adila warned. Warily, the pair made their way through the underbelly of the steel leviathan.
Conary was hot, nervous and cramped in the vent duct, but he knew he had to work fast if the mission was to succeed. Fumbling with the glow stick, he removed a small razor from his belt. "Let's see... Black wire is communications, red wire is power, and blue is security," he said to himself, using the razor to strip the blue wire's insulation. He sighed when he reached the copper core. No fiber optics to deal with today.
He quickly wrapped a cord to the exposed wire, hooking it to his laptop. Running through a few programs, he found himself looking at the security footage from all over the ship. Quickly he placed the cameras on a six-second delay, insuring that he saw everything happening before the security monitors did. If any of his team was seen, he would have to edit the footage lightning-quick.
He scanned each camera display with mild scrutiny. Suddenly, a small light flashed on his gloved wrist, causing Conary to flip open his comm. "Are you set?" Adila asked.
"Yeah, but you don't need to worry. It doesn't look like they monitor the lower levels," Conary replied.
"Copy that. Any sign of the target?" Adila asked.
"No. Wait... there's a body in medical. I can't see much, but it's worth a gander. Take the next left turn, and then go to the service elevator. Radio me then. Conary out."
The cell was black as pitch and cold as stone. Starfire was huddled in a corner, facing the wall with arms locked behind her. After several hours of dangling like a worm on a hook, she was tossed into this cell like a piece of trash.
She had screamed, she had cried; she had endured the guard's heckles and cat-calls, she endured every minute of it. She now sat, cold as the room, and gave in. On this world, this alien world, she found happiness beyond compare. During her time here, she found humans had the capacity to accomplish anything. But in this room, she discovered she was wrong. Humanity was petty, selfish and inhibited by its own self-destructive behavior.
Realizing this, all she could do now was sit in this corner and wait in her own personal oblivion. Feeling her despair, the darkness of her cell seemed to grow, engorging itself on her inner shadow.
Light suddenly filled the room. Starfire grudgingly turned around, assuming the voice was nothing more than an illusion, but was met with a wondrous radiance.
In the middle of her cell floated a girl, glowing like a beacon of hope. Her skin was white as cloud, her hair flowed like sliver, her pallid gown billowed as if caught in a light breeze, all of these shining with an inner light. Her face, with a hopeful grin and wide, pupiless eyes of platinum hue, set aside all doubt in Starfire's mind. The whispy girl put a translucent finger to her mouth, vanishing as quickly as she appeared.
"God dammit Batholry, don't do that!" Conary swore, even though he knew she couldn't hear him (no point in trying to put a comm. on a ghost). He quickly looped the feed, and then took a closer look at the cell Batholry had briefly illuminated. Despite his anger, he couldn't help smiling.
"Good news- Batholry found one. Still alive, by the look of it," He said, radioing Adila.
"Where?" Adila asked.
Conary was about to respond when he felt a firm grip on his ankle. He yelped, pounding the intruding arm with his free foot while furiously inching his was forward. He pushed himself forward as felt the grip weaken, continuing to dislodge the attacker until his leg was free. He heard muffled yells, followed by several mechanic whines. A soft, scuttling sound filled the vent as Conary felt tingling sensations on his arm. Looking down, he saw something like fluid metal covering his whole arm, as well as the rest of his body. All at once, the little things convulsed, harrying his skin with electricity until he went limp.
He felt himself being hauled out the hole, pulled by ebony gloves into the blackness. His captors trained their guns on him, their features hidden behind black masks.
"Just a kid," One grunted as Conary hit the floor. The soldier picked Conary up, shoving the barrel of his gun into Conary's ribs. Suddenly a sharp blow fell on his head, and Conary fell to the floor, seeing no more.
LOCATION: The Sword of Damocles (Earth's upper atmosphere)
The room was dark and dank, resembling an underground cavern rather than the lower deck of a madman's airbase. Hotei looked around nonchalantly, suddenly realizing that he couldn't see anyone. He realized his own dark jumpsuit shrouded his body from view. Only the dull red pole of his naginata was visible in the inky shadow.
"Hall's clear," Batholry's disembodied voice whispered. "I'm going to scout ahead."
"Not too far. And stay clear of any electronic machines! We don't want anything shorting out while we're six miles high," Adila whispered. She drew a small plastic cylinder from her pocket, bending it with an audible crack. The glow stick gave off little light, but it was as much as Adila would risk. "There's your path. Get going!" She ordered Conary, gesturing to a nearby ventilation duct. Conary grumbled a few inaudible swears as he dug a small electric screwdriver from his pocket and took off the vent covering. He pushed his laptop into the opening, cracked a glow stick, and then crawled into the rectangular labyrinth.
After a few minutes, Hotei drew his weapon as Adila opened the door. He crept into the hallway, doing his best to remain hidden in the dim light of the hallway. "Be careful. We don't know if the security system can see us," Adila warned. Warily, the pair made their way through the underbelly of the steel leviathan.
Conary was hot, nervous and cramped in the vent duct, but he knew he had to work fast if the mission was to succeed. Fumbling with the glow stick, he removed a small razor from his belt. "Let's see... Black wire is communications, red wire is power, and blue is security," he said to himself, using the razor to strip the blue wire's insulation. He sighed when he reached the copper core. No fiber optics to deal with today.
He quickly wrapped a cord to the exposed wire, hooking it to his laptop. Running through a few programs, he found himself looking at the security footage from all over the ship. Quickly he placed the cameras on a six-second delay, insuring that he saw everything happening before the security monitors did. If any of his team was seen, he would have to edit the footage lightning-quick.
He scanned each camera display with mild scrutiny. Suddenly, a small light flashed on his gloved wrist, causing Conary to flip open his comm. "Are you set?" Adila asked.
"Yeah, but you don't need to worry. It doesn't look like they monitor the lower levels," Conary replied.
"Copy that. Any sign of the target?" Adila asked.
"No. Wait... there's a body in medical. I can't see much, but it's worth a gander. Take the next left turn, and then go to the service elevator. Radio me then. Conary out."
The cell was black as pitch and cold as stone. Starfire was huddled in a corner, facing the wall with arms locked behind her. After several hours of dangling like a worm on a hook, she was tossed into this cell like a piece of trash.
She had screamed, she had cried; she had endured the guard's heckles and cat-calls, she endured every minute of it. She now sat, cold as the room, and gave in. On this world, this alien world, she found happiness beyond compare. During her time here, she found humans had the capacity to accomplish anything. But in this room, she discovered she was wrong. Humanity was petty, selfish and inhibited by its own self-destructive behavior.
Realizing this, all she could do now was sit in this corner and wait in her own personal oblivion. Feeling her despair, the darkness of her cell seemed to grow, engorging itself on her inner shadow.
Light suddenly filled the room. Starfire grudgingly turned around, assuming the voice was nothing more than an illusion, but was met with a wondrous radiance.
In the middle of her cell floated a girl, glowing like a beacon of hope. Her skin was white as cloud, her hair flowed like sliver, her pallid gown billowed as if caught in a light breeze, all of these shining with an inner light. Her face, with a hopeful grin and wide, pupiless eyes of platinum hue, set aside all doubt in Starfire's mind. The whispy girl put a translucent finger to her mouth, vanishing as quickly as she appeared.
"God dammit Batholry, don't do that!" Conary swore, even though he knew she couldn't hear him (no point in trying to put a comm. on a ghost). He quickly looped the feed, and then took a closer look at the cell Batholry had briefly illuminated. Despite his anger, he couldn't help smiling.
"Good news- Batholry found one. Still alive, by the look of it," He said, radioing Adila.
"Where?" Adila asked.
Conary was about to respond when he felt a firm grip on his ankle. He yelped, pounding the intruding arm with his free foot while furiously inching his was forward. He pushed himself forward as felt the grip weaken, continuing to dislodge the attacker until his leg was free. He heard muffled yells, followed by several mechanic whines. A soft, scuttling sound filled the vent as Conary felt tingling sensations on his arm. Looking down, he saw something like fluid metal covering his whole arm, as well as the rest of his body. All at once, the little things convulsed, harrying his skin with electricity until he went limp.
He felt himself being hauled out the hole, pulled by ebony gloves into the blackness. His captors trained their guns on him, their features hidden behind black masks.
"Just a kid," One grunted as Conary hit the floor. The soldier picked Conary up, shoving the barrel of his gun into Conary's ribs. Suddenly a sharp blow fell on his head, and Conary fell to the floor, seeing no more.