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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jul 29, 2011 4:21:19 GMT -5
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MISSION DESIGNATION: “INDUSTRIAL REVELOUTION”
MISSION LOCATION: The Tartarus Furnace facility- a major power installation in the area of the slums closest to the Central Citadel of Iacon.
MISSION TYPE: RECRUITMENT
MISSION TARGET: Nyquist, a highly skilled technical expert recently apprehended by the Decepticon regime and put to work maintaining the furnaces in the Tartarus Facility. Two armed guards to prevent him attempting escape now supervise him constantly.
MISSION NOTES: Operatives are advised to maintain undercover status as they attempt to recover this agent, as the recruit is well guarded and the only access to the Tartarus Facility is through a subterranean service elevator. Refer to requisitions for false identification.
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Crosscut pushed his way through a thronging crowd of empties as he walked through the twisting, winding streets of the Iacon slums. Making sure Perceptor was close on his heels, he rounded a final corner to see, at the end of a brightly lit alleyway, what looked like a freight elevator, with a pantograph gate blocking access and a watchman standing guard, brandishing a C-90 SPRINGER. Crosscut ducked back behind the corner of the alley, and spoke quietly to Perceptor. “This is it, sir. Remember- we’re surprise inspectors from the energy bureau, sent by Lord Straxus himself to make sure everything’s going according to plan. You got your fake ID?”
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In the bowels of the facility, Nyquist was sat at a console, checking energy readouts from the main reactor. One of the two guards watching him, each holding A-30 IRONHIDEs, came silently up behind him and thwacked him cruelly on the back of his head with the butt of the rifle. “Work faster! Primus… you tech freaks are so lazy…”
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Post by Highram on Jul 29, 2011 4:47:09 GMT -5
Nyquist winced at the blow and exhaled deeply in annoyance.
~Composure composure. Don't give them the satisfaction~ He thought.
Momentarily rubbing the back of his helm he resisted the strong urge to glare at his assailant, sat up straight and continued his forced work.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 29, 2011 7:15:42 GMT -5
Perceptor, with a new paint job that rendered him black and grey, his light canon hanging on his back now to make it look less menacing, presented his fake ID with a frown. Slightly annoyed with Crosscut, he said quietly. "Of course I do! My name is Kultric, employee number 234.1. Worked with the company for three and a half Stella cycles. I specialize in quantum psychics, mechanical science and orbital engineering. I became a energy inspector in my second Stella cycle with the company and have racked up one thousand, three hundred and twenty-four inspection and have retired fifteen energy station due to poor conditions. I am ready."
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jul 29, 2011 15:28:20 GMT -5
Crosscut stared in awe at Perceptor's recollection. "Uh... yeah. I'm Altronix, and I think I'm your assistant. Right- let's go!" He bounded towards the guard at the gate, who raised a hand as they came close. "Halt! This is a secure area. Authorized personnel only beyond this point. You got a pass with you?"
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The guard laughed as Nyquist tried not to rise to his beating. "Oh, what, you think you're a tough mech, doya? Or do you just not have the ball bearings to fight me?" Raising his rifle again, he struck at the back of the tech expert's helm again, much harder this time.
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Post by Highram on Jul 29, 2011 15:41:34 GMT -5
Nyquists head hit the console and he cried out, though trying to stiffle it. Holding his helm with his right hand, he slowly turned around and looked at the guard.
"Have you nothing better to do with your time than harrass a prisoner of a war declared won?" He asked matter-of-factly.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 29, 2011 23:51:04 GMT -5
Perceptor simply pass the guard his security card and decided it was best not to talk. He knew he often went over the heads of others when he spoke and felt like it might come off like he was trying too hard. He hoped Crosscut didn't ruin it for them by saying anything that would upset the guards.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jul 31, 2011 15:43:47 GMT -5
The guard took the ID, stared at it intently for a few seconds, then nodded. He gave the card back, opened the pantograph gate and beckoned them into the elevator. Closing the gate, he pulled a lever and watched the pair as they grinded slowly into the ground and deep below the earth. Crosscut smiled and winked at Perceptor. "See? Just like I told you. Nothing to worry about. Now we just grab Nyquist and get out of here. They might be a bit reluctant to give the guy over, though..." +++ The guard stared intently at Nyquist for a few seconds, before his face contorted into a portrait of rage. "Oh, tough guy now are we? Let's see how tough you can be." Grabbing him by the neck, the guard threw Nyquist off his chair and onto the floor, kicking him viciously in the ribs. He kicked again as the elevator connected with the ground with a resounding bump, and the doors swung open...
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 1, 2011 0:31:07 GMT -5
Perceptor's optics shifted in Crosscut's direction. "Is there any particule reason why the guards would be reluctant?"
Perceptor's doubts were beginning to act up again.
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Post by Highram on Aug 1, 2011 10:06:38 GMT -5
Nyquist grunted with pain at the kick and he held his torso, trying in vain to protect himself from the second, keeping him from hearing the elevator.
Feeling paniced, Nyquist activated his Hack A.I and disabled the guards optic and audio senses, stareing intently at him to try and focus on his own protection and not the immidiate pain. Knowing to stay in the same place would be foolish, he moved over to the wall and began using it to help himself up.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Aug 4, 2011 16:32:25 GMT -5
Crosscut shrugged. "Well, he's a prisoner of war; a trophy, isn't he? They're gonna be pretty suspicious of anyone who just barges in and tries to take the mech, aren't they?" And with that, the doors opened. Crosscut saw the mechs gathered around Nyquist, closing in on him as he stood battered in the corner of the room. One was clawing at his head as he tried to regain his senses, and was shouting at his comrades. "Grab 'im! Teach the piece of scrap a lesson!" Crosscut looked over with a panicked expression at Perceptor- what were they going to do now?
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 5, 2011 0:07:20 GMT -5
Perceptor reacted by grabbing his concealed blaster from his leg compartment. He shouted a warning and held his weapon ready at the guards. "Cease your action at once! Hands behind your heads and kneel on the floor. Do so or I warn you, I'll burn a hole through your head without hesitation."
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Post by Highram on Aug 5, 2011 16:41:26 GMT -5
Nyquist was startled by the sudden appearance of the two new comers in the elevator, causing him to lose concentration and stop using his Hack A.I.
He pushed himself from the wall and stood in a slightly awkward looking receiving stance, clenched fists held ready in front of him in case any of the guards disobeyed the mech warning them off.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Aug 10, 2011 16:44:55 GMT -5
The guards were shocked by the appearance of some gun-toting maniac through the elevator, and the two who had appeared to aid in disciplining Nyquist and were unarmed immediately hit the deck. The other, however, immediately drew his assault rifle and pointed it at the new arrivals. "Halt! Drop the weapon and state your name, rank and intention!" The formally blinded guard also drew his rifle, and pointed from further away. "What the Pit is going on here?! Who in Unicron's name are you?!" Crosscut gulped slightly as he saw the rapidly degernating situation. "Not the most subtle approach, Perceptor... I'll take our cesspit-mouthed friend here!" He immediately leaped across the room and clattered into the surprised guard who had originally started Nyquist's beating, knocking the weapon from his grasp and pinning him to the floor.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 10, 2011 16:58:18 GMT -5
Perceptor open fired on the guard still holding his firearm as Crosscut leapt for the other guard. "This was never a subtle plan from the start!"
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Post by Highram on Aug 12, 2011 16:25:06 GMT -5
Nyquist stood watching the newcomers fight the guards and frowned in uncertainty.
"Plan?" He wisped to himself
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