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legionmissions2017-08-02 09:11 pm
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Strangest of Bedfellows [Closed]
Who| Widowmaker and Tucker
What| An undercover assignment infiltrating a Pre-UP Talokian Cultural Reclamation cell to ferret out who is supplying illegal techology is made more difficult by a lack of disguise tech.
Where| Talok VIII
When| After Lemurian Adventure
Warnings/Notes| Widowmaker/Tucker are posing as a Talokian/Braalian respectively. Warning for Tucker being Tucker
The human expression When life gives you lemons, make lemonade could apply to so many things. In this case, when the Legion received the request for aid from the Science Police, the situation was an awful lot like having a basket of lemons shoved into the hero organization. With the specifics of the assignment, there were very few options and they made the best with what they had.
...which didn't exactly inspire great confidence, but like many things - beggars couldn't be choosers and they had a mission to uphold. So, the Legionnaires known as Widowmaker and Chick Magnet were called upon given the unique circumstances they were presented with. Undercover in a typically anti-high tech cell of the Pre-UP Cultural Reclamation Movement meant the Legionnaires wouldn't have disguise tech at their fingertips; they would have to rely on their various abilities and powers to pass themselves off as non-humans. Amélie had the physical appearance and general attitude that Talokians did, and Tucker's magnetic powers aligned well with those of Braal.
After their briefing, they had thirty minutes to gather their things before crossing to Talok VIII where they would meet their local Science Police contact.
What| An undercover assignment infiltrating a Pre-UP Talokian Cultural Reclamation cell to ferret out who is supplying illegal techology is made more difficult by a lack of disguise tech.
Where| Talok VIII
When| After Lemurian Adventure
Warnings/Notes| Widowmaker/Tucker are posing as a Talokian/Braalian respectively. Warning for Tucker being Tucker
The human expression When life gives you lemons, make lemonade could apply to so many things. In this case, when the Legion received the request for aid from the Science Police, the situation was an awful lot like having a basket of lemons shoved into the hero organization. With the specifics of the assignment, there were very few options and they made the best with what they had.
...which didn't exactly inspire great confidence, but like many things - beggars couldn't be choosers and they had a mission to uphold. So, the Legionnaires known as Widowmaker and Chick Magnet were called upon given the unique circumstances they were presented with. Undercover in a typically anti-high tech cell of the Pre-UP Cultural Reclamation Movement meant the Legionnaires wouldn't have disguise tech at their fingertips; they would have to rely on their various abilities and powers to pass themselves off as non-humans. Amélie had the physical appearance and general attitude that Talokians did, and Tucker's magnetic powers aligned well with those of Braal.
After their briefing, they had thirty minutes to gather their things before crossing to Talok VIII where they would meet their local Science Police contact.
Talok City Science Police Safehouse
Settling down on the couch in the cramped room, she brought up a monitor that displayed the recent newsfeeds of Talok VIII and also one that focused on the culture of the planet from before contact with the UP. These were all things she needed to study up on, and they only had a little over a day before approaching their target.
"I will be using the name Tyranna Malec when donning my Talokian persona," she said with a glance up at Tucker. "Given our cover is that of a couple, it is appropriate for you to use the nickname of 'Tyra' if you like."
no subject
At least he had company here, wasn't locked in a temple with nothing but useless alien crap and the echoing hallways while assholes banged on his door to try and kill him. At least here he wasn't being ignored, all his distress calls going into the ether and to blind eyes; hell, if anything, they were the one responding.
Plus, hey, hot hot hot chick on his arm. So if he was stuck, this wasn't a bad way to be.
"Tyra, huh?" Easy. Simple. He could remember that, he mused while he fell down beside her to eye the monitor, read up on what he could. "So, how affectionate of a couple are we going to be?"
Fuck, Wash was going to kill him.
Priorities. "What's the name of our contact?"
no subject
A few taps on the monitor brought up the profile of a male Talokian. "This is Anko Durma; he is one of the Reclamationist's recruiters, according to our intel." From the Talokians the Science Police had apprehended from the actual artifact robbery and subsequently interrogated. "He is not our contact, per se, but our way in as the word is his recruitment numbers are low and he is a bit of a lady's man." Something Tucker should be able to identify with easily.
"What name will you be using? It is imperative we are on the same page here."
Infiltrating the Cell
Extraction