Session 2 10

It does not take a general's finesse or authority to march from the landing pad to the suite the party has been given - fortunately, for present want of a general. But neither does the honor guard (about a dozen enlisted marines, trying not to gape and stare at the party) force the issue.
[OOC] Abraham: And it seems Chessa will be my wingman this session.
Confederation techs supply hookups once the fighters are landed - even Kilrathi and Oldziey tech does not seem to faze them. Of course, these would be among the best Confederation technicians in the cluster - for certain definitions of "best" .
The blue skies overhead, and the horizon that just stretches to infinity (though you know it drops away after a few miles), seem almost odd.
Even knowing there is a presently invisible shield between you and most of it only offsets the sensation a little bit.
Spyboy stares resolutely at the ground.
B4's head is on a swivel as she takes in everything she can see.
Intellectually, all of you - even the android - know the statistics: most of the residents of the planet rarely get off-planet - vacations, travel for business perhaps, but they spend almost their entire lives inside one atmospheric envelope.
Ingenue tries to absorb as much as possible, staring at absolutely everything within sensor range (and correspondingly, scanning for anything on the neu-comm).
Abraham tries to look stately and admirally.
Ingenue 's head swivels towards that large building, set aside. Oooh, what's in he~re?
Zinda Tegram walks straight forward at Abraham's side. She's used to ceremonies such as this from her time in the Royal Guard.
Hrrin keeps her head fixes stiffly forward in proper parade march…but, indeed, her eyes dart about. Her whiskers, every so often, twitch. This space feels…'off'
[OOC] Abraham: There is a sign on the door "No Lago made droids inside… this is an iphone only area."
Abraham and Spyboy quickly recognize the building Ingenue just cued to: an antimatter production plant…which would be giving off neutrinos if in operation. Spyboy can, if he checks, quickly confirm why Ingenue just cued to it.
Said building is set inside as a token recognition that it, well, contains antimatter.
[OOC] WC GM: "Ease of access by low-paid workers."
[OOC] WC GM: This was clearly not a military decision.
Abraham leans towards Spyboy and, speaking softly, asks "Do you think there is a potential jammer in antimatter reactions for your coms?"
Abraham continues in the same soft voice, "and the Nephilim's?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Ugh we need a quickref for language codes.
Spyboy: "[Ingenue, can you hear me?]"
Ingenue: "[Yes.]"
Spyboy: "Not unless we can get it a lot more powerful, sir."
Abraham: "Hm… I'll think about ways to direct it. Possibly combine it with other neutrino generating reactions…"
Abraham said that in the same soft voice.
Zinda Tegram glances around, as is custom for a personal bodyguard.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - + 0 + (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Alertness, seems like a good idea.)
Spyboy: "Any nuclear reaction that involves….ah….beta decay, right, produces neutrinos…"
[OOC] Abraham: Zinda just realized she's planetside. How did she get here?!
Abraham: "Well, yes, but mostly as a side effect. As far as I know there's been no research in trying to maximise Neutrino production."
Spyboy: "Might work at point blank, but doesn't seem viable as a tactical thing."
Spyboy: "Our best bet is to do more research into the comm device Elles gave us."
The honor guard shuffles nervously.
Zinda Tegram stops in place and nudges Abraham.
Zinda Tegram: (Whispering) "We're not secure."
Abraham looks up hastily (and Admirally).
Spyboy manfully looks up to see what the disturbance is.
Zinda Tegram: "And some of the guard is missing."
Hrrin: "Whose?"
Zinda Tegram starts walking again, slowly. "Ours."
Abraham: "Which ours?"
Spyboy: "Missing how?"
Zinda Tegram: (Quiet) "There were 12 men here previously, and none of them are particularly trained. Now there are 10. I suspect a trap."
Spyboy: "$Given how nervous they seem I think they agree.$"
Zinda Tegram nods. "$Spring it or Leave?$"
Spyboy: "$You always vote spring, so I guess we spring.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Not always, but sure.$"
Zinda Tegram taps a button her helmet. <$Geoffrey, we need you to secure an area ahead of us. We think there might be a trap.$>
Zinda Tegram scans over the 'guard' again. Something seems off…
Geoffrey: <$We'll try to meet up with you, but we're being directed to a different landing pad.$>
Zinda Tegram: <$Hold on, we'll get Abraham on the line. He should be able to insist on this pad for security reasons.$>
A quick look around reveals the reason: the landing pad is full. There are four fighters on it.
Abraham is blissfully unaware of any problems and is being quite Admirally.
Zinda Tegram frowns. <$Nevermind, but don't take too long.$>
Zinda Tegram: "$Doing everything myself…again.$"
Spyboy: "$Arrogant much?$"
Zinda Tegram ignores the comment and resumes walking into the supposed trap.
[OOC] Spyboy: Tactics to figure out where ambushers would be located?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Declaring aspect 'Ready for Anything' on Zinda if I can?
[OOC] WC GM: Go ahead, to both.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - - - - (Base: 5 Total: 1) (Tactics to place "The ambush is coming from over there" on the scene.)
[OOC] Spyboy: I have Aspects to pull in if +1 isn't enough in the end.
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, EFF YOU CHESSA
[OOC] WC GM: Believe it or not, that passes.
[OOC] Abraham: Or you want us to think so…
[OOC] WC GM: :3
Over…there, a secluded nook that you would not have thought to look in if you were not thinking about this. Just big enough for the two missing guards.
Zinda Tegram: "I'll take care of it."
Zinda Tegram begins walking over the the nook.
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham alliterates as an admirable admiral allows, a.k.a awesomly.
Spyboy checks the strap on his pistol holster.
Zinda finds the two guards - squeezed into a space just big enough for the two of them, out of uniform but quickly trying to get back in (though it looks like they have swapped shirts in their haste), and just a bit embarassed judging by their skin tone and wide eyes.
[OOC] Spyboy: Dressing down time!
Zinda Tegram does the intimidating police baton thing with her bording torch.
[OOC] WC GM: …maaaybe not the right phrasing, but yes.
The guards freeze.
Zinda Tegram: "You're coming with me. Now."
Guards: "Yes'm."
Zinda Tegram leads them out back to the other marines.
They meekly follow.
Zinda Tegram: "Someone take these men into custody. Let's go."
One of the guards GLARES at the other two. "I'll take 'em, ma'am." He marches off; the two shamed guards follow.
Zinda Tegram gauges the mood of the other guards before continuing with the planned route.
Hrrin: "#Disgusting# Paid off?"
The other nine see to be in no mood to try any shenanigans.
[OOC] WC GM: The party proceeds to their quarters?
[OOC] Hrrin: Indeed.
The suite is reminiscent of Hotel Cannon. Very much so - perhaps the same designers provided the furnishings for both.
LeadGuard: "Will you be needing anything SIRS?"
Ingenue: "Zinda, there was a bad angle. What were those guards doing?"
Zinda Tegram: "I'll tell you when you're older."
Hrrin arches her eyebrow, amused.
Zinda Tegram does the requisite security sweep, before making sure her men will be allowed into the suite when they arrive.
Ingenue: "…biological age is an inappropriate restriction for this unit."
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: roll it.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: 0 0 + + (Base: 6 Total: 8) (alertness, tagging 'Ready for Anything.)
These quarters have been security swept literally hundreds of times. Zinda's sweep finds nothing new, but ends just as Geoffrey and crew arrive.
[OOC] Abraham: Huh. A good roll. I wasn't ready for that.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah same. xD
Zinda Tegram: "$Geoffrey.$"
[OOC] Spyboy: I was surprised for a moment that Zinda wasn't jumping on the total lack of professionalism of the guards as an excuse to annex the system. Then I realized she wouldn't suggest it except in private with Abraham.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: #$%@$#@#$ laughing
Abraham ponders to himself. Let's see… if the layout is the same as the hotel, then that killer milkshake machine is… here. He then proceeds to make himself a peanut butter milkshake.
Indeed, it is right there. Definitely the same designers.
Zinda Tegram frowns, then tries to look up who was contracted to build the building. And gets herself a milkshake.
A bit of digging finds…Crest Corporation. This does not come as a big surprise.
Hrrin: Hrrin watches the milshake construction process. "Does it do pumpkin?"
Zinda Tegram shrugs. "As expected I'spose." The milkshake is good.
Geoffrey: "So, what do you need us to do? We were going to go explore the city, generally be around if you don't have anything for us."
Abraham: "I believe so… yes there is a pumpkin spice setting."
Zinda Tegram: "Some of our honor guard had split off without any warning, so we got a little antsy. We just wanted you in case they or the rest tried something. You can do what you want, just be back in time for the ceremony."
Spyboy: "You might want to remind them to stay in contact."
Abraham makes a pumpkin shake for Hrrin.
Hrrin: "Less sugar, please."
Zinda Tegram: "Geoffrey doesn't need the reminder, and besides, they could use some off time."
Geoffrey: "As you wish." His crew files out. "Don't forget to take some off time yourself."
Zinda Tegram nods. "Thanks."
Abraham: "And this is why I went into the military, I could never make it tending bar."
Abraham makes a shake to Hrrin's /exacting/ specifications.
Hrrin: "Thank you. This is correct."
Abraham: "No problem."
Spyboy: "Abraham, I just got a…message. We have a visitor who'd like us to keep the guards away so he's not noticed."
Zinda Tegram sits down and tries to breathe evenly. She can't seem to relax. Something still seems off…
Spyboy: "The same visitor we had last time we were in a room like this."
Hrrin: "Wenser."
Spyboy: "I was intending to not use his name. Hypothetically."
LeadGuard: "Did you say Wenser? I heard there's a bit of a manhunt for him, sirs."
Spyboy: "Also, I think it would probably be best if Zinda were both ready for action and not appearing to be ready for action."
Spyboy: "Really? Why?"
LeadGuard: "Because no one can find him, and he's expected at the ceremony."
Zinda Tegram glances back at the lead guard. "The hell are you still doing here?"
Spyboy: "Hmm. I picked up an intercept that he might be under an alias at a hotel on 4th and Main."
LeadGuard: "Guarding your suite, ma'am."
LeadGuard: "I'll pass that along, sir."
Abraham: "I see. Thank you, Spyboy, I'll go see what they want."
Abraham goes off to see what they want.
[OOC] Spyboy: Total fail.
[OOC] WC GM: Heading out of the suite?
[OOC] Spyboy: Wait. Skills…..hmm.
Spyboy: "Captain, hold up a second."
Abraham: "Hm…?"
Spyboy takes the lead guard aside.
[OOC] Spyboy: Charm to convince him that the guards should check out the hotel.
[OOC] WC GM: Roll it.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - - 0 0 (Base: 4 Total: 2) (Charm to….compel?)
[OOC] Spyboy: Ugh. One moment.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - - - - (Base: 5 Total: 1) (Resolve + Our Duty Is To Guard)
[OOC] WC GM: …
[OOC] Abraham: Well… that's the only polite thing I can say I guess.
LeadGuard: "Sir, if you're about to order us to go check out that lead, we'll do it. Orders, sir?"
Spyboy: "Look, if our captain is leaving the hotel then we'll need a detachment to secure the area, check for anything. Don't worry about us here - if it makes you uncomfortable, my wife and I can take up a position to cover any holes."
LeadGuard: "SIR YES SIR! You heard him, squad. MOVE OUT!" He walks away, followed by 8 of his fellows.
Spyboy calls Heggy over. They take the guards' position at the door.
Abraham: "Ready then? All right."
The remaining guard stands at attention next to them. "[Well that worked.]"
Spyboy leaves the neutrino comm in the room and turned on.
Abraham goes off to see what they want, with his entourage.
Spyboy: "Captain Abraham."
Spyboy: "I believe the person you are looking for is here."
Abraham: "Ah. All right then."
Abraham goes where Spyboy directs.
[OOC] Spyboy: Back into the room.
Zinda Tegram steps into one of the bedroom, closes the door, and lies against the wall to keep an ear on the other side.
[OOC] Abraham: In my defense, it was a /really/ good milkshake.
Spyboy eyes the other guard. Does he look like an admiral in disguise?
Wenser's voice comes over the neutrino radio - as well as in Ingenue's, Spyboy's, and B^4's minds. "[Sorry for the precautions. You know how it is.]"
The guard…does not look like the admiral at all. Rather, the guard is a short blonde woman.
[OOC] Abraham: I KNEW IT!
Spyboy: "[What is it you want, sir?]"
Wenser: "[First off, your help in finding out which of the other two Admirals has sold out to Crest Corporation.]"
Wenser: "[But that's a distraction. The main thing is, your help tracking down where these Nephilim keep coming from.]"
Spyboy: "[Aside from the Nephilim worlds, of course?]"
Wenser: "[Of course. We shut down the wormhole.]"
Wenser: "[You've seen their cloaking technology. I suspect a number of them fled to other systems as an advance group, just in case we beat them back yet again.]"
Hrrin: "Well, there's a forward base somewhere, one assumes Hiding."
[OOC] Hrrin: darn, ninja'd.
Wenser: "[At least one.]"
Wenser: "[You might have to tour every system to find them. Fortunately, you're about to have a perfect excuse to do so.]"
B4: "[Oh dear.]"
Spyboy: "[If you tell us what this excuse is, will it be painfully obvious that there's been a leak?]"
Wenser: "[Not at all. Abraham's about to be a new Admiral. Touring the sector and showing the flag would be right in line with his expected behavior.]"
Wenser: "[To be honest, that was my real reason for forcing the issue. I knew I could trust you, Spyboy, and I figured you'd find out if you can trust him.]"
Wenser: "[Ah…it may be bad form to ask in front of him like this, but DO you trust him?]"
Zinda Tegram knocks at the door. She can come out?
Hrrin: "Yes.Tegram."
Spyboy: "[Terribly bad form, sir, but when it comes down to it, what do you mean by trust him?]"
Spyboy: "[As things stand he's my commanding officer and I support him.]"
Zinda Tegram opens the door and sits down in front of the Neutrino comm.
[OOC] Abraham: Do believe me when you ask me if I have any threes and I say "Go fish.".
Hrrin: "He's terrible at poker and blackjack. I can trust him."
[OOC] Abraham: Hey!
Wenser: "[Ask her about trust. I've seen her bio. I've seen her agitprop, even. Not bad.]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Ask Zinda?
[OOC] Spyboy: Hrrin.
[OOC] WC GM: Hrrin.
[OOC] Spyboy: Neutrino comm is voice only.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Ah.
Zinda Tegram rolls her head side to side. How to say it…
Zinda Tegram: "Wenser, I trust Abraham. But you've raised some flags."
Wenser: "[Not surprised. I take it you've found out how all these Lago keep getting neutrino comm implants?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah."
Hrrin: "Their crazy friend down in the earth who likes to dig holes? Yes."
Ingenue: "…"
Wenser: "[I've never been to Mu Cephei myself. Maybe I should talk to that friend someday.]"
Spyboy: "[So how'd you get a neutrino comm implant?]"
Wenser: "[That's a tale for another time, once we're free of the Nephilim.]"
Zinda Tegram: "And also, your android body doubles disintegrating when I hauled their shuttle out of re-entry didn't exactly earn you any favors. And you being at the crest laser facility. And you disappearing when we went to support the shipyard. And your body doubles succumbing to an e-war attack targeted at Nephilim fighters."
Zinda Tegram: "And your name showing up in a nephilim data crystal. That one too."
Zinda Tegram: "Admiral, I have every reason to believe you are a Nephilim plant right now."
Wenser: "[If I was a Nephilim plant, why would I be helping you against the Nephilim?]"
[OOC] Abraham: Because you're a Nephilim plant.
Spyboy: "[Wait, wait. Back up a moment.]"
Spyboy: "[You've never been to the Mu Cephei system?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Hell if I know. We don't have motives for them. But either way, what exactly is your relationship with the Nephilim? From what I know, there are only two sources for Neutrino comms. One of them you're lying about having ever been to the system it's in, and the other is the Nephilim."
Zinda Tegram: "Unless you sent one of your androids to Mu Cephei."
Zinda Tegram: "But from what -we- know, there's only ever been three of them made, and they all slagged themselves in orbit a few hours ago."
Zinda Tegram: "So how about you stop keeping us in the dark."
[OOC] Abraham: Wenser is LAGOS!
Spyboy: "Zinda. Was the Norfolk even in Mu Cephei?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No, but Wenser was.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We met him at Hotel Cannon. Twice.
[OOC] Ingenue: You met someone who said he was Wenser at HC. Can you confirm that you've ever actually met Wenser?
Wenser: "[Wait, what? You saw me in Mu Cephei?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Twice. Once with a contingent of marines that I saved."
Spyboy: "[We…we thought we did.]"
Zinda Tegram nudges spyboy. "$Can we trace this?$"
Spyboy tries to figure out if he can get a direction.
Zinda Tegram: "Do you even know who the hell I am?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Two things - one - I'm out of the room - two - who says Wenser doesn't speak Oldziey slang?
[OOC] Spyboy: Also - Kamina, obviously.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Heehee!
[OOC] Spyboy: Your torch is the torch that will breach the heavens?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Idiots! It already has, and not only that, but it's torn hundres of evils asunder!
The comm appears to be coming from that guard - who has been standing VERY still.
Zinda Tegram glances at the guard.
Zinda Tegram draws her torch and advances on her. "Identify yourself."
[OOC] Spyboy: I thought Zinda was in the room.
[OOC] Spyboy: The guard is out in the hall.
Wenser: "[Do you MIND?]"
[OOC] Ingenue: He says. Over the mind link.
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe I will once I know what the hell is going on."
The guard, without facing Zinda or turning at all, snaps off a salute. "Private Ricola Ragana, MA'AM!"
Zinda Tegram: "Why didn't you leave with the others? Why do you have a neutrino comm?"
Zinda Tegram adjusts to a slightly less menacing stance. Slightly.
Ricola: "What's a neutrino comm ma'am?"
Wenser: "[Cover. Identity.]"
Wenser's thought-voice seems a little strained.
Spyboy: "$Zinda, would you quit breaking games when you don't know what they are?$"
Spyboy: "$Do you KNOW Wenser is an enemy?$"
Spyboy: "$Especially when we don't know what evidence EVER pointed at him now?$"
Wenser: "[I would like to hear more about this me you saw at Mu Cephei.]"
Zinda Tegram: "First explain why there are multiple yous."
Wenser: "[Body doubles.]"
Spyboy: "[Why put them all on one shuttle?]"
Wenser: "[It was only the three, and I was testing Rab's work. I may ask him for more.]"
Zinda Tegram: "I met you in a crest facility at Mu Cephei. You claimed to be working under cover investigating crest. This was before the Nephilim wormhole appeared. Later we returned to the facility as we believe it to be occupied by Nephilim. there I saved you and a contingent of marines under heavy fire before capturing and demolishing the facility."
Zinda Tegram: "Now, Wenser, mind explaining why you're on what are for all practical purposes enemy comms?"
Wenser: "[…I think it's safe to conclude those marines weren't marines.]"
Wenser: "[It's secure? Unless you understand the Nephilim language.]"
Spyboy: "[No, it's secure unless they understand ours.]"
Zinda Tegram: "That's dodging the question, Admiral. Where did you get this technology?"
Wenser: "[That, I'm afraid, I need to keep secret while the Nephilim are around.]"
[OOC] Abraham: You ask the quesitons you want to ask, he gives the answers he wants to give.
Hrrin: "So, double or triple agent?"
Wenser: "[Let's go with 'imaginary' agent.]"
Zinda Tegram: "Why're you in this private's head?"
Wenser: "[Body double.]"
Wenser: "[Look. If it'll make you feel better…ah, give me a moment, need to disable the cameras.]"
Zinda Tegram: "You said you only had three body doubles made."
Wenser: "[Made for me, yes. By Rab. Aaand…there, cameras off.]"
The short blonde woman ripples, melts, stretches, and grows…
[OOC] Abraham: Clayface?!
[OOC] WC GM: That sort of visual, yes.
It is not too surprising when 'she' settles into Wenser's form. "There. I can't be seen like this out here, so let's keep this short."

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