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Re: Facility, Codename: Last Resort
366... had been busy. A minor tactical error, one might say. On the approach of the Juggernauts, the Operative had taken the opportunity to quietly slip away, use the same vent system to circumvent the opposition.
She'd just been sneaking into position to take out the Overminds when Adria opened the hatch... and hadn't been quite as lucky as some. Luckier than the Fallen who were flushed into deep space without a pressurised suit, though. After the first few seconds of disorientation, the Operative had recovered enough to catch a communications array, and yank herself back into contact with the hull.
It took some time for her to find a viewport - in the end, she settled for one right at the bottom of the ship, not far from the engines.. but once she did, the Operative was inside in seconds - simply vanishing, and re-appearing once more on solid ground.
Voices nearby catch her attention.. a captive, tortured, it seemed. Sticking to shadows, with her suit shimmering to match the steel-grey of the halls, 366 gets closer for a better look. Her reconnaissance reveals a grim scene. Fallen strewn like scattered bowling pins, the walls smeared with gore, and the Unit she encountered earlier, closing on the insect scout. She had to intervene.
"Unit! Stand down, you are attacking friendlies!"
The voice comes from nowhere - the Operative wasn't risking revealing her position by stepping into the light.
(Ask, and ye shall receive.)
366... had been busy. A minor tactical error, one might say. On the approach of the Juggernauts, the Operative had taken the opportunity to quietly slip away, use the same vent system to circumvent the opposition.
She'd just been sneaking into position to take out the Overminds when Adria opened the hatch... and hadn't been quite as lucky as some. Luckier than the Fallen who were flushed into deep space without a pressurised suit, though. After the first few seconds of disorientation, the Operative had recovered enough to catch a communications array, and yank herself back into contact with the hull.
It took some time for her to find a viewport - in the end, she settled for one right at the bottom of the ship, not far from the engines.. but once she did, the Operative was inside in seconds - simply vanishing, and re-appearing once more on solid ground.
Voices nearby catch her attention.. a captive, tortured, it seemed. Sticking to shadows, with her suit shimmering to match the steel-grey of the halls, 366 gets closer for a better look. Her reconnaissance reveals a grim scene. Fallen strewn like scattered bowling pins, the walls smeared with gore, and the Unit she encountered earlier, closing on the insect scout. She had to intervene.
"Unit! Stand down, you are attacking friendlies!"
The voice comes from nowhere - the Operative wasn't risking revealing her position by stepping into the light.
(Ask, and ye shall receive.)
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