06-27-2015, 04:47 AM
There weren't a lot of things I wouldn't expect in the Omniverse, its complete tendency to have the strange and completely bizarre at any corner gave it a distinct look of hodgepodge cultures that I had mentioned to earlier. Although they're restricted by the Empire's strict regulations and the material at hands, each place could each claim to be a "tropical style" and yet two buildings right next to each other looked nothing like the other. It was charming, so long as you kept to the area near to the gate.
So it was to my dull surprise that when I gotten to my objective, and rather than some military complex or other reinforced outpost in the street, it was a generic tax office building. It looked closed and abandoned, and those who saw it would have never given it a second thought. Despite how out of place it was. If anything, I should have expected it. While an oppressive force like the Empire liked to stick its totalitarian dick into the eyes of its citizens, metaphorically but probably at least once literally, something so sensitive could not be let out in the public. So they hid it in plain site. I would have missed it too, if I did not fights years clearing out these kind of hidden bases. You learn to spot the blacked out windows and the still working cameras for a supposedly abandoned building.
My perch from the down the street was in one of the few blind spots away from Eagle Eye's surveillance. His overzealous placement of security measures was also his downfall, as the high concentration made the center of the pattern easy to spot out along the many roots leading to it. A closed system might have kept hackers out, but it made his physical position obvious.
And I doubt that anything the Empire overseer had could stand up to me.
My route was a thin opening within the block of buildings that the target laid at the corner of. Although unacceptable from outside with fences, there was a small alleyway though the middle that one could access via a back door through another business. The crab shack that I picked didn't exactly put up much of a fight as I just passed by everyone, through their kitchen, and was out into the alley with no one but a stray cat to welcome me into its smelly unkempt world.
Both hands wrapped around the handle of my pistol as I slowly advanced towards the wall on the side of the tax office, the personal weapon aimed ahead. Although no cameras swept over the narrow passageway, I did not give any errant last defenses to blow my assault before I was in position. I glanced from wall to wall and everything in-between. No laser line, no sound sensors, no movement detectors, not even a piece of a string. I smiled as I saw that I was clear, and crept up to the the base of the building.
The wall of made of large cement blocks stacked in alternate order with a layer of plaster between each row. They didn't quite jut out enough to climb, but the blocks themselves had a very gritty texture that was meant to break up the normally flat aesthetic. It wasn't much, but when I looked above me and saw a window sill just out of my reach, it would be enough to get me up.
Now, for whatever purpose this building was original built for, the architect thought that it was better to have the windows about 12 feet off the ground. I'm sure they thought it would keep some low level thug from just smashing the window in and just walk in and take stuff out. While it might have kept the budding burglar out, it might as well have been a unguarded tuna sandwich for a physically fit space marine.
With a short running start I leaped towards the wall, planted my boot on the wall and with enough traction I boosted myself up and I grabbed onto the ledge with ease. With a grunt I lifted all 300 pounds of equipment up onto the window, carefully balanced myself, and then climbed up to the second story window with a death grip on anything even remotely solid.
There was no way to look inside, whoever did the black out job took the effort to not half ass it. No sounds when I put my helmet up to the wall meant there were also some kind of sound dampener. This was a professional set up. Good, I would have been disappointed if it wasn't. But a flick of my HUD to the map function revealed what that person had spent so much time to hide: a single hostile dot hid inside at one corner of the room. It then shortly dawned on me that Eagle Eye would have the same technology to detect me, but if he did then this was doomed from the start. It was do or die, there was no other way out.
My small smile turned to a wide and toothy grin as I imagined Eagle Eye's face when I busted in and rammed my boot up his ass.
Perched on the window like an oversize green pigeon, I readied myself for breaching with a smoke grenade in one hand and the steps in a constant loop. Smoke and breach, pistol out, disarm target, extract information out of him, pull data from his rig, In and out, bash and grab. My kind of mission.
I primed the smoke with a turn of it's activator, heard the tell-tale click of the fuse as it went off, and slammed the grenade through the window. The glass shattered in a wonderful high note, screaming the incoming violent chaos, and I followed immediately after.
Glass clattered across a cheep office carpet as what might have been the first time in years that light filtered in through the previously blacked window. Smoke already blew out in great cloud and covered most of the room in a thick blanket, while I had my pistol already in one hand before my treads even touched the floor. I expected to see a skinny bureaucrat hunched over a keyboard, pasty skin and atrophied body quivering as their owner questioned their life choices, and a quick take down with only a crack across the head.
What I found was fully stood body with a build closer to my own than a string bean, covered in a tough, padded body armor, completely black save for the Empire's logo at his chest, and a full helmet ,also black and glossy that was almost sphere shape with only a thin bar for a visor. More importantly, he had a heavy blaster pistol in his hand. An intimidating piece that looked like it could put a hole through me and still scorch the wall behind me. He looked ready for me and to defend himself with full force.
That's fine. Bring it on.
I used the momentum from my Hollywood entrance to throw me into the smoke cloud, which was busy deflecting the light from the window and the computers behind the friendly spy master. Despite the fact that I could barely seem him inside of it, his bulky silhouette pokes through like a shadow projected from the inside of a tent, I could see from the turn of his head that he tracked me with no problem. I wondered how he did that, but wonder was quickly pushed aside as I brought the pistol to bare and fired
The bullet flew out in a burst of fire, whizzed across the space between it and its eventual destination, and then smashed into the man's suit as if it was the wall to a nuclear bunker. The little lead that couldn't felt to the ground at the feet of Eagle Eye, who was not even phased or recoiled when he was gut punched. I hesitated only so that I wouldn't accidentally hit the rig behind him, but I stopped completely as I saw the weapon was useless and tried to reach for anything stronger.
I barely had a finger on the stock of my shotgun when Eagle Eye threw his hand up. His free hand, mind you, and flayed his fingers out as if he was about to grab something. there was a barely audible pff when I felt a pain in my armor, and looked to see a small spike dug into my arm with a wire connected to the two of us.
In an instant I realized with horror what was about to happen and my breath stopped.
Untolds amount of electricty surged through my flesh body and I was cooked alive.
If you knew what A tazer was, this was a tazer's older truck driving brother. I've been through enough pain to normally brush off something like a stunner, but this was as if someone stabbed me with a powerline. I dropped to the floor as my legs constricted in an undignifed flail as I felt every part of my body burn. I could at best try to ball up and roll to the side, but Eagle Eye was already over me.
He sighed at he looked down on my twitchy mess of body, his still synthetic voice filled with a regret I wouldn't expect from someone who cooked me like a piece of meat.
"I had hoped you would have been smarter than this" Were his final words before he hovered the barrel of his laser pistol and pulled the trigger.
And then I was back on the window sill.
I nearly fell off and comically landed head first into concrete from the sudden shock if may had still held onto the window frame like a gambler to his tickets. I leaned dangerously over the side of the building, my weapons jingled from the sudden moment and the weight alone nearly sent me over the edge. Thankfully everything held together, and I pulled myself back to my original spot. You could imagine the bewilderment I had, I had been dead and rather than a one way ticket to whatever Omni had for a waiting room I was a few second back . Like I respawned in a very forgiving video game.
I would have scratched my head in confusion were it not for the fact that I spotted a orange glow on the reflective surface of the window at waist level. I looked down to barely see the source before the glow faded way. The dagger. It has some kind of inner light, but it was gone before I could examin it. Better off, anyway. Leave the questions to when I wasn't precariously dangled from a second story window.
Was the agent even still there? Map said he was. Same spot. But he knew I was here. Or still here. Or- stop it. Traditional breach and clear didn't work, or won't work, or- I would have slammed my head against the wall to stop if it wouldn't have revealed my position. While I didn't want to risk unneeded damage, a rare form for me, It looked like I needed to.
I carefully juggled me equipment until I had my plasmagun in hand and broke in.
So it was to my dull surprise that when I gotten to my objective, and rather than some military complex or other reinforced outpost in the street, it was a generic tax office building. It looked closed and abandoned, and those who saw it would have never given it a second thought. Despite how out of place it was. If anything, I should have expected it. While an oppressive force like the Empire liked to stick its totalitarian dick into the eyes of its citizens, metaphorically but probably at least once literally, something so sensitive could not be let out in the public. So they hid it in plain site. I would have missed it too, if I did not fights years clearing out these kind of hidden bases. You learn to spot the blacked out windows and the still working cameras for a supposedly abandoned building.
My perch from the down the street was in one of the few blind spots away from Eagle Eye's surveillance. His overzealous placement of security measures was also his downfall, as the high concentration made the center of the pattern easy to spot out along the many roots leading to it. A closed system might have kept hackers out, but it made his physical position obvious.
And I doubt that anything the Empire overseer had could stand up to me.
My route was a thin opening within the block of buildings that the target laid at the corner of. Although unacceptable from outside with fences, there was a small alleyway though the middle that one could access via a back door through another business. The crab shack that I picked didn't exactly put up much of a fight as I just passed by everyone, through their kitchen, and was out into the alley with no one but a stray cat to welcome me into its smelly unkempt world.
Both hands wrapped around the handle of my pistol as I slowly advanced towards the wall on the side of the tax office, the personal weapon aimed ahead. Although no cameras swept over the narrow passageway, I did not give any errant last defenses to blow my assault before I was in position. I glanced from wall to wall and everything in-between. No laser line, no sound sensors, no movement detectors, not even a piece of a string. I smiled as I saw that I was clear, and crept up to the the base of the building.
The wall of made of large cement blocks stacked in alternate order with a layer of plaster between each row. They didn't quite jut out enough to climb, but the blocks themselves had a very gritty texture that was meant to break up the normally flat aesthetic. It wasn't much, but when I looked above me and saw a window sill just out of my reach, it would be enough to get me up.
Now, for whatever purpose this building was original built for, the architect thought that it was better to have the windows about 12 feet off the ground. I'm sure they thought it would keep some low level thug from just smashing the window in and just walk in and take stuff out. While it might have kept the budding burglar out, it might as well have been a unguarded tuna sandwich for a physically fit space marine.
With a short running start I leaped towards the wall, planted my boot on the wall and with enough traction I boosted myself up and I grabbed onto the ledge with ease. With a grunt I lifted all 300 pounds of equipment up onto the window, carefully balanced myself, and then climbed up to the second story window with a death grip on anything even remotely solid.
There was no way to look inside, whoever did the black out job took the effort to not half ass it. No sounds when I put my helmet up to the wall meant there were also some kind of sound dampener. This was a professional set up. Good, I would have been disappointed if it wasn't. But a flick of my HUD to the map function revealed what that person had spent so much time to hide: a single hostile dot hid inside at one corner of the room. It then shortly dawned on me that Eagle Eye would have the same technology to detect me, but if he did then this was doomed from the start. It was do or die, there was no other way out.
My small smile turned to a wide and toothy grin as I imagined Eagle Eye's face when I busted in and rammed my boot up his ass.
Perched on the window like an oversize green pigeon, I readied myself for breaching with a smoke grenade in one hand and the steps in a constant loop. Smoke and breach, pistol out, disarm target, extract information out of him, pull data from his rig, In and out, bash and grab. My kind of mission.
-one-
I primed the smoke with a turn of it's activator, heard the tell-tale click of the fuse as it went off, and slammed the grenade through the window. The glass shattered in a wonderful high note, screaming the incoming violent chaos, and I followed immediately after.
-two-
Glass clattered across a cheep office carpet as what might have been the first time in years that light filtered in through the previously blacked window. Smoke already blew out in great cloud and covered most of the room in a thick blanket, while I had my pistol already in one hand before my treads even touched the floor. I expected to see a skinny bureaucrat hunched over a keyboard, pasty skin and atrophied body quivering as their owner questioned their life choices, and a quick take down with only a crack across the head.
What I found was fully stood body with a build closer to my own than a string bean, covered in a tough, padded body armor, completely black save for the Empire's logo at his chest, and a full helmet ,also black and glossy that was almost sphere shape with only a thin bar for a visor. More importantly, he had a heavy blaster pistol in his hand. An intimidating piece that looked like it could put a hole through me and still scorch the wall behind me. He looked ready for me and to defend himself with full force.
That's fine. Bring it on.
-three-
I used the momentum from my Hollywood entrance to throw me into the smoke cloud, which was busy deflecting the light from the window and the computers behind the friendly spy master. Despite the fact that I could barely seem him inside of it, his bulky silhouette pokes through like a shadow projected from the inside of a tent, I could see from the turn of his head that he tracked me with no problem. I wondered how he did that, but wonder was quickly pushed aside as I brought the pistol to bare and fired
The bullet flew out in a burst of fire, whizzed across the space between it and its eventual destination, and then smashed into the man's suit as if it was the wall to a nuclear bunker. The little lead that couldn't felt to the ground at the feet of Eagle Eye, who was not even phased or recoiled when he was gut punched. I hesitated only so that I wouldn't accidentally hit the rig behind him, but I stopped completely as I saw the weapon was useless and tried to reach for anything stronger.
I barely had a finger on the stock of my shotgun when Eagle Eye threw his hand up. His free hand, mind you, and flayed his fingers out as if he was about to grab something. there was a barely audible pff when I felt a pain in my armor, and looked to see a small spike dug into my arm with a wire connected to the two of us.
In an instant I realized with horror what was about to happen and my breath stopped.
-four-
Untolds amount of electricty surged through my flesh body and I was cooked alive.
If you knew what A tazer was, this was a tazer's older truck driving brother. I've been through enough pain to normally brush off something like a stunner, but this was as if someone stabbed me with a powerline. I dropped to the floor as my legs constricted in an undignifed flail as I felt every part of my body burn. I could at best try to ball up and roll to the side, but Eagle Eye was already over me.
-five-
He sighed at he looked down on my twitchy mess of body, his still synthetic voice filled with a regret I wouldn't expect from someone who cooked me like a piece of meat.
"I had hoped you would have been smarter than this" Were his final words before he hovered the barrel of his laser pistol and pulled the trigger.
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-one-
And then I was back on the window sill.
I nearly fell off and comically landed head first into concrete from the sudden shock if may had still held onto the window frame like a gambler to his tickets. I leaned dangerously over the side of the building, my weapons jingled from the sudden moment and the weight alone nearly sent me over the edge. Thankfully everything held together, and I pulled myself back to my original spot. You could imagine the bewilderment I had, I had been dead and rather than a one way ticket to whatever Omni had for a waiting room I was a few second back . Like I respawned in a very forgiving video game.
I would have scratched my head in confusion were it not for the fact that I spotted a orange glow on the reflective surface of the window at waist level. I looked down to barely see the source before the glow faded way. The dagger. It has some kind of inner light, but it was gone before I could examin it. Better off, anyway. Leave the questions to when I wasn't precariously dangled from a second story window.
Was the agent even still there? Map said he was. Same spot. But he knew I was here. Or still here. Or- stop it. Traditional breach and clear didn't work, or won't work, or- I would have slammed my head against the wall to stop if it wouldn't have revealed my position. While I didn't want to risk unneeded damage, a rare form for me, It looked like I needed to.
I carefully juggled me equipment until I had my plasmagun in hand and broke in.
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