Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160906034026

Loretta giggled. "Y'know Cormy, I gotta party with ya sometime..."

However, her trust in Nickelae was still non-existant after that last scene with him. Even though he came in bearing a tray of coffee (the lifeblood of many a Flagg employee), it could be poisoned or drugged for all she knew.

"No thanks. I'm fine." she replied coldly without even making eye contact.

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"Likely. I caught some cyberwarefare on my way in." Rainier crept through the narrow hallways lined with wires, hubs, and fuse boxes.

There's got to be an engineering diagram somewhere...

After checking his map, the Archer made a brief detour to a technician's closet where sure enough, there were spare diagrams for the vessel's wiring. Neatly color-coded to ease repairs; classic Atlas.

"Osiris; according to this diagram I found, the wires marked with orange tags power automated defenses in the comms room. You know what to do."

The archer entered a crawlspace and after a few more moments, found himself underneath the stacks of equipment in the comms center. Through the grates he could see the turrets as they slowly swiveled back and forth. He wasn't sure if they'd open fire through the grates and risk damaging equipment, but based on the blinded spider droid from before, he wasn't going to take chances. He slipped back under cover until Osiris cut the power.

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Silently and under cloak, the Adjutant cruised through the night sky. Even after 40 years and countless battles, the old warbird still showed no signs of fault or failure. Maybe it was the way the pilot lavished tender loving care to the aircraft, as if it were her other husband. Maybe it was the constant repairs, upgrades, and tuning that the aircraft experienced daily. Or maybe it was that the aircraft itself had a warrior's spirit, not unlike its operators. Rumors and legends of haunted swords and weapons were all over Remnant; who said machines could not be affected?

"...Intercepted comms transmission." The airship's AI declared. Its voice deep and authoritative, but still showing deference to its master.

"Details?"

"Transmission shows enhanced level encryption. Preliminary analysis shows similarities to patterns commonly used by high-ranking Flagg board members."

"...put it through, ya?"

      "Ah, nice of you to finally respond. I understand you have business to take care of in Vale, but perhaps you can assist with a problem I am having. Shouldn't take too long for a huntress of your caliber. "The holographic communicator booted up with an image of Director Rasch.

"A pair of rogue battleships are drawing too close to our Mojave Installation. They refuse to respond to our hails and the Mistralin government has granted permission to have them destroyed. They say that a previous mercenary team hired by Vale has wounded one of them, but I need this taken care of now ." the Honey Badger puffed on a cigar.

Lucina mused over this, scratching underneath her ornamental/functional mask. "And how did you know I'd be flying this exact way at this exact time..."

"You're flying an Ibaalin Aircraft, albeit heavily modified with technology from my corporation. Simple mathematics. Don't think I don't know my own product..."

The banshee smirked and under her breath mumbled ''"figures". ''Not long after, her proximity scanners showed large blips on par with dreadnought-level airships on the far edge. Pulling one of the control levers towards her body, the Adjutant's wings twisted around the fuselage and the entire airship now found itself on a high-speed beeline towards the dying Kraken.

"You sound familiar with me, so you know about my priority fare..." Lucina replied as she double-checked her cloaking systems and prepared to boot up her communications jammer.

"...as every bit mercenary as your son..." Rasch sighed.

"I'm the one who taught him how to kill; you're the ones who taught him how to make a living that way. Nobody to blame but yourselves." Lucina happily replied.

"Touche. Best of luck Mrs. Panzier." with that, Rasch cut off communications.

"CATSAI, deactivate all comms, turn off all unessecary functions. Let's go in quiet." The aircraft's lights went dark and the longer range sensors went offline. Just in time too; the burning sillhouette of Gunsmoke's ship now loomed over the Horizon.

''Sloppy. You've left it wounded and suffering. It seems the Coup de Grace is on me...''

Lucina's finger clicked across her weapons selection. The hologram that orbited around the control now displayed "Resonance Torpedo"

"CATSAI, scan target."

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"Scan complete. Target composition determined and loaded onboard Resonance warhead."

The banshee clicked off the safety. "Confirm lock-on. Engine mountings. Delayed launch."

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"Target locked in. Ready to fire." The Adjutant's HUD now showed a red crosshair hovering over a partially exposed mounting point for the Kraken's engine.

"Firing." The torpedo ejected from the Adjutant's invisible hull by air pressure, giving Lucina time to pull away without being spotted. Several moments afterwards, the torpedo's wind engine kicked in, accelerating to Mach 3 in the blink of an eye towards the chink in the Kraken's armor.