Spectre
TASK FORCE XESH
LOCATION: YINCHORR // TOL KACHORRN // SHIELD GENERATORS SECTION B
IN THIS TOGETHER NOW: GA // Viribus
ATTEMPTING TO MISLEAD: NIO // Kolson Vrask // Meko Sorrin // Jaeger Harrsk // Simon Meinrad // Gedeon Rath // Djorn Bline
O P E N TO ENGAGE
OBJECTIVE: PROTECT SHIELD GENERATORS - SECTION A
LETTER TO THE FIRM
LOCATION: YINCHORR // TOL KACHORRN // SHIELD GENERATORS SECTION B
IN THIS TOGETHER NOW: GA // Viribus
ATTEMPTING TO MISLEAD: NIO // Kolson Vrask // Meko Sorrin // Jaeger Harrsk // Simon Meinrad // Gedeon Rath // Djorn Bline
O P E N TO ENGAGE
OBJECTIVE: PROTECT SHIELD GENERATORS - SECTION A
LETTER TO THE FIRM
“Stop breathing like that.” Maijan whispered, her voice tight and quick. It was the first time she’d spoken since the first report of Imperial insurgence on the planet. The Fallanassi was in deep concentration, with her legs folded and hands resting easily in her lap. Everything about her was as still as stone.
So unmoving that she was horribly attuned to the gentle rhythms of her partner’s breath. He wasn’t doing anything wrong whatsoever, but given his proximity and her anxiety, he got the brunt of her emotions that reacted to the unpleasantness of their situation. Once again, doing the shit work at the behest of The Alliance. Being exploited for her unique prowess over illusions and reality.
The trick she’d been asked to pull off was impressive. Mind-blowing, even. Make the true Shield Generators non-existent, and redirect their structure and everything about their presence to the opposite end of the city.
It was the sort of thing Fallanassi were rumoured to do so well, and she was finding a level of satisfaction in her accomplishments. As uncaring as she was for her personal plight –– the intangible reminder in the nape of her neck –– she had a glimmer of altruism still alive in her cold, gold heart. The Alliance had never been her enemy before her capture. It was less so a resentment to The Alliance themselves, but all the authority she was under. The government’s purpose to protect she could align with. Thus, there was care in her machinations this time. Moreso than she’d evidenced on Plexis. That had been careless.
Tol Kachorn’s Shield generators in their truth were concealed, looking nothing more than pillars as part of the structure’s anatomy. The Twilight Company had redistributed the physical thrums of the electromagnetic particles to permeate from the location Maijan and Vir occupied. They could make a last stand when the Imperials found them and buy more time for a proper evacuation.
Perhaps part of the delight she felt was sourced from the foundation of the plan. To steal time from The Imperials. And she loved taking what wasn’t hers.
"Please." She finally added.
Beyond their sanctuary was white noise. The Current retaliated now and then to the discord that threatened the City walls or the angst that burgeoned around the Grand Library –– only then would she make a gesture. Something that looked like a flinch as she redirected the strings of The Current.
A few Yinchorri were stationed alongside them, equipped with REC rifles. One let out a gravelly chuckle in response to Maijan’s almost affectionately irritated chiding to her partner in crime, but it was mostly their nerves that made the rumble in their stomach sound humorous.
{Do you..} The one started, then cleared it’s throat and lifted the translator to its toothy mouth. <Do you have readings on hostiles and where they are? Are they falling for this?>
“They’ll fall for it.” Maijan reassured, still aware of the conversation in proximity. Her tone was calmer now, reassured in the confidence of her technique. Silently, she wished for old times. Times where she'd actually be making a profit for her time and talents.
This would have bought her at least three weeks on Ord Cantrell. "They'll fall enough."