Liam Devlin
SOC-14 5K
Steven nods at the Hiver, and watches as the door opens, a calm look on his face.
Ref says:
Emergency lighting switches on in a strobe light effect before resuming to normal. In that instance, someone or something, too blurry, too quick to get an accurate scurried from the wall and along the ceiling then it was gone.
Then the lights resumed and to normal. The lead local Law Enforcement Officer barked, "Who discharged that firearm?"
Nobody acknowledges anything.
Unbeknown to everyone standing outside the elderly woman necklace containing a small black sapphire inlaid with a white pearl had disappeared in the confusion.
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Grechen turns to Jeff. "Looks like we got company..." as a Droyne & oldish looking Scout are approaching with open arms.
Ref says: Kzogengh gently inserting the data crystal into hand computer. Static, like the dead signal on an old black and white television set appears on screen. Then slowly the static begins to clear enough to see rows upon rows of large eggs with several flying objects zipping and laying the eggs; or in a more accurate description excerting them. Whilst other beings seem to be dolting back and forth. The scene suddenly changes.
This is replaced by a snow filled vista with a blizzard commencing, as the screen goes white...an image of the med lab appears there one can see coffin like devices when a figure [image is not clear enough to make out who] rises from one of them draws a blaster. Then the image reverts to static once again.
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Gretchen, turns to Jeff.
"They seem to know you. Play it cool. Remember, if you do anything do anything to Jeopardize the mission, I will be forced to kill you. Don't forget they made me, just as powerful as you. Back in the lifepod there, you were just lucky. Twice. she says with a coy smile"
Made what just as powerful?, I will be forced to kill you. Don't forget they made just as powerful as you...
Ref says:
The lead officer turns red with rage,
"Believe me, Hiver, you haven't seen the last of this. We are going to meet again. "
Turning to Kzogengh, "Agent, sir, under provisions of Section 33b Subsection F of the Imperial Criminal Code, may I suggest that these suspects be issued with tracking devices that would prevent them from fleeing and restricting access planetside and deny them altogether access to any non-approved vehicle.
I do so by invoking the Planetary Charter that Farpoint joined the Imperium with which effectively limits your authority to that above 100 diameters from Farpoint. Whilst, it is true that we are not in orbit around Farpoint it was recognized at the time of ascession to the Imperium we retain shared sovereignity in the system's space, as a further security measure under the Imperial Homeland Security Act of 1006."
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In lounge five, Lady Elise looks up, "Yes, dear, something is definitely wrong. Do you think that we should drop this masquerade and reveal our true identities?"
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The woman who was earlier talking with Vegascat moves away from the bar and leaves in a grav tube making her way to the upper observation lounge.
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Customs has finished setting up their biometric scanners in the forward lounge and began to process passengers wishing to go planetside. Providing them with the usual warnings and cavets. As the short range shuttles begin to their decent planetside. The captain looks sternly out the viewpoint. He is joined by another figure whose face is in shadow.
"Don't worry, Captain all is falling into place as it should."
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In the security cells, Dorethea is woken by the presence of armed guards wearing psi helmets accosting the prisoner in the next cell. They are carrying a large needle which they inject into the base of his head. No-o-o-o is the last final grasp that penetrates deep within Dorethea's head. The prisoner is wheeled away still encased in protective medical coccoon.
In her mind's eye she can see a surgery where a doctor holding a sharp scalpel is cutting flesh peeling away skin on the frontal lobes and then utter blackness.
Moments later, the guards return and roughly enter Doretea's cell, "Ok, now trouble, it is your turn."