Genetics[Kamino]

[Subject 37]

Kamino
[member="Laguz Vald"]

Two streaks of hot fire pushed through the dense and stormy atmosphere of Kamino.

To any sensors, observers, and even telescopes the streaks would appear to be simple meteors falling from the nearby atmosphere. They moved quickly, soaring and cutting through the storms. Raindrops slashed at them, cutting and evaporating as they touched the outside of the flames. They shifted and dropped directly into the oceans below, exploding the great torrential waves as they splashed down into the southern oceans near Tipcoa City.

The streaks shaped themselves beneath the water, coming into a clear image of two solid drop pods.

Heavy durasteel seemed to sink, quickly dropping beneath the ocean as the torrential tides pulled them down. For a moment they seemed to sit stagnant in the water, then suddenly a pressurized burst came from each pod.

The front of the pods exploded away from the central housing, two figures silhouetted within the dark seemed to swim out from the pods themselves, pushed forward by a wave of bubbles flowing from a set of propulsion jet. The heavy durasteel kept falling within the darkness of the oceans, dragged down into the depths and pulled away to the darkest parts of Kamino's oceans. The figures swam away from the falling pods, their jet propulsion pushing them forward and towards the distant Tpicoa city.

 

[Laguz Vald]

It was a wild, wild ride, baby.

Still, when you spent most of your time in wild space, you got used to this chit. The trip from space through atmosphere and then down into the ocean was, all in all, rather short. It was a good thing Laguz wasn't paying for it, or the bang/buck ratio would be rather underwhelming.

There was a big splash, and then they went under, the flames snuffed out in an instant. Two plumes of smoke trailed in the air just above the rain-battered surface for a moment, and then the heavy deluge beat them back into the sea again.

Laguz glanced at the wrist-mounted datapad, acknowledging the blinking red timer with a lazy nod to xemself before looking away to rushing shades of black and blue on the other side of the transparisteel. Flesh grew and transformed even as xe waited, tapping xir finger once, twice, thrice, bang!

Wasting not a breath, the mercenary launched forward with a flex of xir strong thighs and kicked the aquapack into gear, zooming through the water abreast with another figure. They left naught but a quickly evaporating trail of bubbles as they advanced towards the pylons supporting Tipoca city, and with the drop-pods already halfway down to the ocean floor, nobody would ever know they were even here.

Which was sort of the point of the whole thing, really.

That, and being able to land just close enough that Laguz wouldn't freeze on the way to Tipoca. Air wasn't a problem with the wide array of species xe could borrow gills from, but a thick hide and voluminous adipose padding were a little more difficult to replicate, and Laguz wanted to preserve xir strength for the adversities they would meet once they boarded the platforms of the city.

Soon.


[member="Rigor"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

For Rigor, cold was not the issue.

The Droid drifted through the ocean currents alongside the shapeshifter without noticeable interaction or even motion. It seemed that the droid was simply another metallic pod, pushed out of the first drop pod via the explosion. It remained motionless, completely and entirely still as the propulsion pack on its back pushed it through the currents. Eventually, it's head slowly began to swivel, a subtle orange glow shifting over it's face as scanners began to press through the depths.

Moments later, durasteel beams began to press through the murk of the ocean.

Rigor shifted, it's first major movements. A hand came up, reaching towards it's back, the propulsion system seemed to kick into overdrive and in tandem with Laguz the droid was propelled faster towards the metallic beams that held up Tipoca city. The massive structures stood out within the thrashing waves and huge currents, pressing deep into the ocean to eventually meet the depths. Rigor shifted himself towards them, his hand coming up again to signal his companion towards the correct structure.

A second passed, another, then suddenly a heavy thud rang through the depths as Rigor Crashed into the pylon.

It's duresteel hands dug into the pillar, clutching against it as the propulsion pack detached from its back and sank into the depths.

 

[Laguz Vald]

For the moment, even though xe was technically the 'senior' Saeva employee, Laguz was more than happy to defer to xir droid companion. Though xe'd borrowed a set of see-in-the-dark eyes from someone, the shapeshifter had no idea how to pick out the correct platform among the veritable forest of pylons jutting out from the sea floor.

Hundreds upon hundreds of thick metal colums that bore the weight of an entire city, heavy and sturdy enough to support a multitude of platforms so that they wouldn't come down crashing into the cruel waves.

Waves that they would have to face sooner rather than later. For now, they were still deep enough that the turbulent waters did not reach them, but it was only a matter of seconds before their propulsion packs would bring them close and high enough for the currents to start grasping at them.

Which is why it was paramount that they get it right on the first attempt.

Luckily, or perhaps factually, Saeva only employed professionals, and as such Laguz fully trusted that Rigor would lead them true, and lead them true he did. Head-first, too, if the loud bang was anything to judge by.

The shapeshifter managed to avoid such a painful collision, stripping the aquapack just in time to grab onto the pylon with xir fast-growing arms until they formed a ring around the structure.

And up they went, each with their own preferred method of ascension.


[member="Rigor"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Rigor was the first to ascend, though only because it had struck the column first. There was no wait in between its clutching of the pillar and the start of it's climb. There was no true feeling of companionship within the droid. it would save Laguz if needed, but truthfully it did not care if the shapeshifter died or not, it was simply programmed to keep the...woman alive.

Slowly the droid began to move up the pillar, it's hands digging into the heavy durasteel of the column over and over again.

The climb was simple at first, the water keeping the droids weight down and the ascent only being hampered by the push and pull of the occasional tidal waves. Yet as time went on and the two Saeve Employees ascended the water began to recede from the pillars. Stabbing it's hand into the durasteel Rigor pulled itself free of the tidal waves, pushing into the darkness of the storm and sensing the wind press against its back. It's head shifted, focusing for half a moment all around them. It watched for Kaminoan's, patrol craft, or anything that may be searching the underside of the city.

Finding no one, the droid quickly continued with its ascension.

Hand over hand it went, carefully checking the progress of its companion until eventually both figures neared the top of the column.

 

[Laguz Vald]

While the droid brutalized the face of the pylon with its metal hands, Laguz chose something slightly less obvious. You know, in the rather plausible event of someone sweeping by to inspect the state of the support beams of the station. The holes [member="Rigor"] had punched into the metal would remain, but the shifter would leave no trace whatsoever.

First the ring of arms, then the ring of legs, both attuned to the washed-out gray of the pillar to blend in more easily. A cursory glance from a patrolling vessel would reveal nothing unusual, save for a speck of darker gray smeared over the side of the wide column, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for a metal constanty exposed to the biting kiss of the sea.

Speaking of which… Laguz barely noticed when the ocean receded, focused as xe was on climbing the slippery surface, reminded of its absence only once the wind came howling around them. With a frown, the shifter adapted even as xe kept on climbing, thickening xir hide to keep the cold at bay.

Soon enough, they were hidden in the shadow of the platform above them, and it was the shifter's time to shine. With a grunt, xe pushed off and lunged to his right, utilizing xir currently elongated limbs to wrap around a diagional beam jutting from the side. Theoretically, they could've just climbed around the widened flare circling the pillar, but it was risky. The metal was wet from the waves crashing into the city below, and from the rain falling from above. The chances that their grip would hold were slim, and the way down was entirely too long for those odds.

So Laguz opted for the slightly longer, but much safer route, navigating the underside of the platform until xe hit jackpot with a maintenance ladder.

Xe signaled xir droid companion to come join xem, and their breach into the city continued undeterred.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

While Tmoxin normally spent her time on nearby Lok, the main headquarters of Morpho Pharmaceuticals was located in Tipoca City, Kamino. With business to attend to the Sovereign Stingray was docked in the executive hangar, and the Hapan CEO was making her way from there to the building which housed her drug and chemical company. Covered walkways and moving sidewalks connected each of the dome-shaped buildings. Most of these had a transparent view of the foreboding, stormy planet, the surrounding rough waters and the endless grey sky. She could bemoan for the hundredth time that Gerion Ardik transplanted her here, and not on sunny Lianna or mountainous Bothawui, but quite honestly, the red-haired Hapan had gotten used to conducting business on the planet, despite the weather conditions. Kaminoans were astute and scientifically clever. Given this fact alone, Tmoxin knew her products were highly superior to others because of it.

She had invited [member="Draco Vereen"] to the Morpho headquarters in hopes that he they could make amends over what had happened on Christophsis with the Hutt Cartel. Despite her austere countenance, the Hapan Dark Jedi wasn't one to hold a grudge. In fact, she had a proposal for Commander Vereen given that she had fallen very behind in her Force training.

Still riding on the walkway, she gazed outside again. Tmoxin was so used to this commute from the hangar to the building - having done it hundreds of times - that anything out of the ordinary would certainly draw her attention.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

The droid began to shift.

Had it had it's own choice Rigor would have taken a jetpack. Flight was far more efficient, and although the climb had been easy, it would have been far more simple to fly towards one of the platform. Of course, that would have been far more noticeable. Slowly the droid began to make its way towards Laguz, following the path of the shapeshifter, albeit far more carefully. They were located on one of the lower platforms, no walkways hanging beneath them though a few in the distance being even with them.

Rigor's black skin blended perfectly with the outside of the platforms underside, the dark storm and the thick rain cloaking the droid as it reached towards the ladder.

A thick hand wrapped around the maintenance ladder, a subtle shift of color signalling an odd emotive feature in the droid as it climbed fully onto the durasteel. Rigor shifted, then looked up the ladder. It of course lead up and into the platform through a currently sealed hatch. The droid ascended first, letting Laguz hang on the other side of the ladder while it reached towards the maintenance shaft. There was a slight shift, and from its pocket Rigor pulled a small plasma torch.

Half a second of bright sparks and the maintenance hatch made a slight squeal as it popped open. The droid then shifted and signaled to the shapeshifter to go first.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Burn Everything. It was always an amazing plan. It worked for literally every other government when they encountered resistance that offended them. Why would it not work for me against the Hutts? If there was a problem between two governments, War was always the answer. Swift, brutal, destruction of a city to take the fight out of the enemy. No matter how strong their resolve, governments folded under the weight of seeing their people and their territory being burnt to the ground. At least the sane ones that wanted to live.

The fact that Tmoxin had cut me off on Christophsis stung for that reason alone. War was the answer and I could have ended it then and there if she had not stepped in, and then this whole mess would be over. There would be no chiding me over destroying diplomatic relationships, no anger at killing her deal. When Tmoxin strode into her building on Kamino she would find me standing there in the lobby. My ship was fast and I knew the way. "Tmoxin. You know the saying. 'Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear'." I said calmly, letting the annunciator distort my voice some.

I actually doubted she had spoken any of me since Christophsis. I was an after thought for most people, a low born having struggled to earn his place, hardly accepted in the ranks of nobles. I may not have the background of a king, but what I did have was the power of fear, and everyone had fears.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Laguz Vald"]
[member="Rigor"]

 

[Laguz Vald]

While xe waited on the droid to do xir thing, Laguz allowed the flesh draped over xir wrist-mounted datapad to peel back once more, and the screen blinked to life again. They were progressing nicely, and were even ahead of schedule somewhat, having ascended to the platform faster than initially projected.

Another nod, and then it was time to go.

The merc swung around and slipped past the bulk of [member="Rigor"] much like an eel one could find deep down in the tumultuous ocean, adapting to the shaft as easily as xe had to everything else that had come before, and everything that would come after.

With the natural lubrication provided by water, Laguz was even more silent than usual as xe glided forward with smooth, undulating motions. Xe was all flesh and skin — au natural — and what little technology xe'd brought with resided safely wrapped inside xir own body.

Which was why the shifter had gone first. The droid was all metal, and bound to make a lot of noise once it started crawling though the shaft, which meant that the role of the forward scout fell to Laguz by default. Another small shift, and xir eyes flashed red much like that of a Barabel.

Rolling over to xir back, the shifter continued forward, scanning the platform above for any signs of life. It wasn't terribly likely that people would hang out in weather such as this, but you could never be too sure.

Oh, kark me…

"Hold off for a bit, I think we've got company," xe muttered into the comlink of the datapad before slinking further ahead until an acceptable grate appeared above xem.

"Actually, you won't be able to get out of here anyway. There was another ladder to the right of where you are, you're gonna have to go around that way."

With that, the shifter would slowly spill out of the shaft, analyzing xir surroundings with every beat of xir heart to mimic them as quickly as possible.

They were professionals, after all.


[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]

The droid seemed to thrum for a moment, a contemplative noise that seemed to be entirely involuntary. It let it's head hang upward, looking after the shapeshifter. Some might have taken that as an indication of jealousy, though truthfully the droid was simply calculating the best way to reach the secondary ladder that hung ten meters to the right. Finally it's head turned, the slight orange glow on it's face dimming slightly as it looked towards the other ladder.

[Affirmative] The robotic tone would carry over the comm-link, signalling Rigor's acknowledgment as it shifted and grasped onto the metal above itself.

Fingers dug into the underside of Tipoca city, bending metal as Rigor clutched onto the underside and began to pull itself up. All of it's weight was supported by the heavy grip of its arm, a second one slowly coming up to match it.

Rigor slowly began to carry itself towards the second ladder, its movements slowed by powerful gusts of wind and strong slashes of rain. It would leave behind a trail of bent metal, etches of powerful fingertips in it's wake. The odd journey would eventually come to an end as Rigor found its way towards the second ladder, grasping onto the cold durasteel rung and pulling itself close to the secondary maintenance shaft. For half a moment it simply sat there, waiting for a report from the shapeshifter.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Rigor"] | [member="Laguz Vald"]

HEGEMONIC AUTOMATON DISTRIBUTION CENTER
MAINTENANCE

Finnick scratched his chin. Once, twice, three times. It was a thing he did when when contemplating. Not necessarily an uncommon trait, but his scratching was considerably more audible than other's. His red, patchwork beard was to thank for that. This was a sound most of the other maintenance staff were familiar with and it drove the majority of them mad when he did it in front of them. Being the head of maintenance for this distribution center, of course, meant that nobody was going to complain about it. Not to his face. The scratching was particularly irksome today while they were all staring at the display screen of their department's main room. The display currently held a diagram of one of the adjacent platforms, complete with a line to indicate sea level. Far below the line and towards the bottom of the platform was a red blob which indicated an impact of sizable proportions.

"Probably just a dumb-ass fish, really." Finnick eventually declared. Kamino was an ocean world. Oceans had fish. Fish could be both dumb and stupid. It was a reasonable assumption.

"Are we going to have to worry about this?"

The Ishi-Tib that spoke earned a roll of the eyes. Would that be a problem? The pylon dealt with far worse on a daily basis from the waves, and he wanted to launch an investigation because of one stupid fish? No dice. The last time they sent repair drones out into the water on a false alarm, some of them hadn't come back. Pay checks had been docked for that nasty business. "No, I don't see why-"

Finnick was interrupted by a distinct ding from the display. A smaller red dot had appeared above the impact zone. This was followed by another, then another, then another. Okay. Lots of dumb fish, slightly smaller. The scratching resumed as more red dots began to appear, slowly increasing altitude as they ascended the pylon. Then they left the water entirely. And then they stopped. By this point Finnick was dangerously close to breaking the skin of his chin if he scratched any harder. This had to be a system glitch, unless a bunch of Kamino's fish had started launching themselves from the water and into the pylon as a sign of protest against its presence.

"Alright, that's got to be a system glitch." Finnick, again, decided. "When that egghead comes back from break, we'll run some diagnost-"

The head of maintenance was once again interrupted with another more alarming beeping noise coming from the display. This time indicating one of the maintenance hatches was being forced open. Finnick had now transcended the act of scratching his scanty beard and was just clutching his chin. His brow furrowed, his lips sticking out as he tried in vain to make the "wh" sound for the phrase "what the hell is wrong with this stupid system." Instead of that, though, Finnick came to the conclusion that this was something that was going to have to be looked at. Clearly the hatch was malfunctioning alongside the general maintenance system. But he sure as hell didn't feel like going down there and whoever else he sent was going to complain, so he did what was expected of someone working for a droid manufacturing company.

He marched on over to one of the room's numerous consoles and re-routed a pair of Z3 Labor Droids to inspect the breached hatch. It would be a few minutes before Rigor or Laguz heard their heavy footsteps marching down the narrow corridors.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin entered the lobby of Morpho and noticed Commander Vereen had already arrived. She greeted him warmly, despite his remark, not sure to whom he was referring - himself or her.

"I'm sure that many a Hutt across the Kessel Sector thinks I'm an absolute she-devil. But you are neither a Hutt nor a scoundrel, so I'll continue to assume you think favorably of me," she said with a wide grin. "Even if you don't."

But abruptly, her datapad pinged, and she said, "Excuse me, Commander."

The message was from Tus Mar, owner of Kamino Klones. She had been scheduled to do business with him during a visit by Count Morcus, but the Kaminoan had to postpone their discussion. He was likely scared off by her rather blunt proposal to merge Morpho and Kamino Klones, but here he was again, calling on her for an impromptu meeting.

"Would you like to take a walk with me to tour one of Tipoca City's finest cloning facilities?" asked Tmoxin. "Then we can catch up about the Hutt incident."

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"I think fondly of you Tmoxin." I said bluntly. I had assumed she would be more upset than she was. Odd considering her reaction to my light show on Christophsis and my subsequent storming out of the building. Maybe she had heard of the several Mandalorian raids that took place in Hutt Space recently and had succumbed to my war path. It was doubtful, but possible. When her datapad buzzed, I went back to focusing on my HUD. Reports of a malfunction flowed in, already being handled by HA droids and staff, stock markets doing well. Scanners and Sensors online, waiting to be used.

The fall out from Contruum basically dead already. The Republic placed no bounties, and apparently was set about burning bridges and offering full pardons to anyone willing to fight for them. I should send in an application. It would be funny at the very least.

I took a step closer to her as she put the datapad up, the water from the rain still dripping off my armor. "Yes of course I will join you." I snapped my fingers at a droid and he produced an umbrella from behind a desk, handing it to me.

"Lead the way."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"Very good, Commander Vereen," Tmoxin said. She did not doubt his sincerity and also gained the reassurance that she hadn't lost a friendship. His outburst wasn't necessarily the way she would have handled things. It's why Tmoxin favored Mind Control rather than the Dark Arts of Sith or spellcaster alike. The Hapan didn't like to lose control.

"I think it's clear, I don't hold any ill will towards you. In fact, I was probably wrong to push so hard for diplomacy with those barbarians and slavers."

As they walked, security tight around them, they again, took another walkway, and this time climbed into a monorail type vessel that would take them around Tipoca City. But Draco was prudent to bring an umbrella. The rain could seep into these buildings at the most unexpected times.

"In fact, I'm thinking of turning Nar Shaddaa into a family entertainment paradise. But I digress," she said, settling herself into the seat, her hands folded gently in her lap like an oragami swan. "I called you because I need more training. I would like for you to be my Master if you are taking on any students. What you did on Christophsis was... impressive. If you can teach me, I have options for payment. It just depends on what you need."

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The monorail wasn't bad. She had said she wanted to go for a walk, which given the Kaminoan weather I felt required an umbrella. "Please, call me Draco. We have known each other for a while now Tmoxin. We needn't be so formal." I said. Formalities weren't my strong suit as it was, and we had known each other even prior to Geonosis. Back then I had been poor, ill trained, and survived on my experience as a military officer.

Things were much different now. Times change as they say. As far as teaching her the Force was concerned, I was unsure. "I don't have a student right now, but I also haven't ever had one." I sat across from the hapan woman in the monorail, pulling my helmet off and cradling it in the crook of my arm. "If you could be patient with me, I will teach you what I know."

What did I know? I knew how to make my opponents face their fears. I could drive the weak willed insane. I could absorb energy and turn it to my will. The rest I was blanking on. How much did I know that wasn't just punching people or hitting them blunt force instruments? It didn't feel like a lot of information I could pass on to her.

I glanced out the window and looked at the rain hitting the window of the monorail.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Laguz swallowed a sigh of relief as the flickering red silhouette passed xem by in a parallel corridor, their steps petering out into the distance soon enough. The eyes of the Barbel were handy, but a queen to get used to, and even though the merc had utilized them extensively for decades, it always took xem a moment or two to grow accommodated to the change in xir vision.

Looking every bit like just another panel in the smooth white wall, the shifter sidled further down the corridor, intent on reaching [member="Rigor"]'s position from above. The bulky droid would likely require some assistance to exit the shaft without making too much noise, and Laguz wanted to be there before someone else stumbled on a metal monstrosity stuck in a hatch.

Just in time, too.

"Rigor," the merc muttered into the well-concealed comlink, breathing shallow as xe did xir best to melt into the wall. "Two droids incoming. Can you trick them somehow?" Laguz had been learning some slicing basics, but was by no means an expert. Certainly not enough to attempt hacking into two sentries on the fly without setting off some sort of alarm.

Xir droid companion, on the other hand… much safer bet.

"I'll scout ahead, figure out the quickest way into the lab. Xir out."

With that, Laguz rounded another corner and breathed in, a sense of calm washing over xir body. This was what xe did, had been doing, for more than two centuries. Jumping down on a rushing monorail? Shouldn't be a big deal. Xe slipped out onto a ledge through a sliding door, pushing the incessant rain out of xir mind as xe studied the speed of the trains breezing by.

An exhale, and then a flexing of muscles, and the shifter was sailing through the air.

If it weren't for the stealth requirement, Laguz would've gladly screamed 'Geronimo!'. Alas.

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Hegemonic Automaton"]​

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Hegemonic Automaton"]​

​

The droid was already on the move. Capitalization of opportunity was something that droids were rather fond of, especially in their won calculating manner. Rigor was no exception to that rule. As soon as word from Laguz had been received the droid had begun its ascent into the maintenance shaft. The door blocking the way was removed just as the other had been, a quick flick of Rigor's wrist and a slight plasma cut saw the doorway sliced through within half a second.

The droid then moved into the underbelly of the platform in a much less lithe motion than it's partner had displayed.

Almost as if on cue, the two maintenance droids arrived just as Rigor passed through the opening to Tipoca system. It heard them clomping forward, caught sight of them between wires and gaps in the wall. Rigor froze for half a moment, shifting slightly before a flicker began to irradiate from him. The flicker glowed a bright blue, half a second passed then a burning light seared across him. Slowly the holographic disguise matrix activated, and an overlay appeared over Rigor's skin. Within half a moment he stood as another Z3 Labor Droid.

The two other droids shifted, coming around the corner and stopping in front of Rigor.

For a moment, the three droids stared at one another. Rigor did not move, instead, it seemed to shift its visage from one to another, then suddenly it began to twist itself towards the two droids.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Rigor"]

There was something resembling confusion among the two Z3 units. These droids had been active for only menial labor thus far. There was no hint of higher or creative intelligence behind them. That was why it took them a few extra moments to process the presence of this droid that lacked a readily recognizable identification number. It was not within the realm of possibility, as far as these droids were concerned, that a unit of their make and model would be present for reasons other than working. Yet they were aware that no other units were supposed to be down here- both droids were connected wirelessly to the maintenance control room and were able to call upon it in order to assess work orders and the locations of their robotic kin and their superiors.

The only logical explanation was that this unit had lost its connection to the mainframe. It was off the grid by malfunction and had been left, abandoned, down here as a result- incapable of receiving new directives. That would explain why its identification number wasn't in the database either.

Two seconds passed. Then the closer Z3 delivered its orders. "Report to maintenance for repair."

Assuming that the unit would comply (any other scenario was not possible in their limited experiences), the Z3s strolled past to fulfill their orders.

 

[Laguz Vald]

While [member="Rigor"] did its own thing, Laguz moved quickly but surely towards the target complex of rooms. Well, okay, more quickly and less surely. Riding the top of a slippery monorail wasn't anyone's idea of a safe workplace environment, but it was karking fun, and also karking fast, so it would have to do.

Wind and rain breezed past xem as xe moved further down the wagon inch by inch, as flattened against the smooth material as possible. It was somewhat restricted by the disassembled sniper rifle residing in xir body, but Laguz was used enough to it to simply work around it. Clinging to the sides of the carriage with especially shaped claws, the shifter reached his target soon enough and swung down with one final flex of muscle.

Yep. It had been a good idea to use the aquapack earlier. The climb up the pylon and now dragging xemself along the top of a rushing train were starting to take its toll on the merc, but xe was nowhere near out of comission. Taking a quick peek inside, the sniper analyzed the passengers with a keen eye, already assembling the picture in xir mind. Humanoid species were a piece of cake after two hundred years of constant imitation, and soon enough, an unassuming Kaminoan entered the wagon and took a seat.

A few meters down from xem — well, him, at the moment — was a pair of humans, chatting about something or other as the rail took them ever closer to Laguz's intended destination; the main cloning lab.

Kamino Klones? Something like that.

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Hegemonic Automaton"]​