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legionmissions2016-12-03 06:49 pm
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2016-12-03 06:49 pm
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THE RIMBORIAN JOB [modplot]
Who| Open to everyone in the plot (players can have 1 character participate)
What| A very snazzy heist
Where| The New Jersey Casino, on the crime planet Rimbor
When| After all the media shenanigans, before "Valor's Day."
Warnings/Notes| None! Just some good clean larcenous fun!
The theft of the artifact has been explained, the mission objectives have been given to all participants, the useful tech has been handed out, the facial holograms are on to obscure everyone's identities as Legionnaires, and everyone has been provided wardrobes by the Athramites to allow them all to dress to the nines. All participants are also linked together with Brainiac 5 and Kid Q, and with each other, via their telepathic earplugs, allowing them to synchronize their respective tasks.
Amidst the backdrop of flashing lights and holograms, the teams have a soundtrack of the casino's beeps, boops, holo-displays, and ringing noises, but if there was an actual soundtrack, for real, it probably would sound a little like...this.
Sometimes justice can't be bought or sold, but in this case, there's nothing stopping them from stealing it.
[ooc: Plot infopost/signups here.]
What| A very snazzy heist
Where| The New Jersey Casino, on the crime planet Rimbor
When| After all the media shenanigans, before "Valor's Day."
Warnings/Notes| None! Just some good clean larcenous fun!
The theft of the artifact has been explained, the mission objectives have been given to all participants, the useful tech has been handed out, the facial holograms are on to obscure everyone's identities as Legionnaires, and everyone has been provided wardrobes by the Athramites to allow them all to dress to the nines. All participants are also linked together with Brainiac 5 and Kid Q, and with each other, via their telepathic earplugs, allowing them to synchronize their respective tasks.
Amidst the backdrop of flashing lights and holograms, the teams have a soundtrack of the casino's beeps, boops, holo-displays, and ringing noises, but if there was an actual soundtrack, for real, it probably would sound a little like...this.
Sometimes justice can't be bought or sold, but in this case, there's nothing stopping them from stealing it.
[ooc: Plot infopost/signups here.]
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Luckily, the HUD in his helmet still allows him to pick out the outline of what he's looking at as he moves into position, his rifle -- of the non-lethal variety -- still in hand. Looks to be other Legionnaires in this sector, which means that the prize is likely close. All the other vaults being searched have so far turned up nothing of use.
This, however, feels like they're on the right track. If for no other reason than he's certain there aren't as many security guards here as there ought to be. Something's up.
[ Whatever you're doing, hurry. We won't be alone in here for long. ]
There's nothing he can add to the effort to crack the vault, so he'll just mind the door. Though in the dark, his scope is now damn near worthless.
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He isn't going to reply to her in Spanish, but he understands what she means (he spent the better part of thirty years with Gabriel, after all), and nods to indicate that he's ready. 76 has the vault-cracking equipment from the Legion, but if Azúcar has a handle on this, hell defer to her.
The visor lets him keep an eye on movement and heat signatures--though they're alone for now, he doesn't expect they will be for long. Locus has the right idea, and 76 lets him wait right by the door while he unholsters his sidearm and distances himself, aiming to make sure they're really alone.
[Let me know when you're in.]
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So she wastes no time in leaving the electrical system down on a minute timer (the best she can do without staying put) and darting towards the door, claws acting as little bright spots where she presses them to the reinforced metal of the vault's individually housed console. Soldier's demand gets no response: she's too busy embedding herself in layers of alien code, eyes flicking rapidly where she scans for repetition, familiar markers— a lifeline. Twenty, thirty seconds later there's a resounding, metallic clang beneath the surface of the doors, low vibrations humming under their feet for nothing more than a split second. And then, with little fanfare, it opens.
[Puta madre—] Sombra hisses out a barely audible breath between her teeth, still fully attuned to the system. [If you don't want to run into any trouble inside, I'll have to stay here.
Go get the artifact; I'll cover you.]
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[ No movement yet. ]
Which doesn't mean much beyond the obvious. If they've gone through this much trouble to hide the artifact away, there's bound to be safeguards they haven't noticed, or haven't accounted for. Getting in is one thing.
So far, they haven't made any obvious missteps. That's one point in their favor. They'd see how much it counted for by the end of this.
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It's a sacrifice they'll have to make, especially considering he has no idea how many hidden alarms she's seeing that he can't.
[You wait. We'll go.]
He'll offer Locus a nod before tossing a glance over his shoulder at Azúcar.
[You'll be okay on your own?]
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Untrue. As far as challenges go, there's a steep curve in managing to suppress alarms without them showing as being directly offline, in detecting form and function in a system she's only recently come to comprehend. But then again, this was her choice— there's satisfaction in the struggle, in using success as a landmark for just how far she's come.
Mentally, her focus has to stay put; trusting them to do the rest is all that's left.
[Sensors are down, alarms are on standby. Andale.]
Better to maintain than explicitly deactivate everything. Like breaking into a house, the less you disturb, the harder it is for someone else to ever notice you were there. If they're lucky, this'll go off without a hitch.
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[ Advancing. ]
While there's been no movement as of yet, Locus is loath to put his unguarded back towards their exit point, just yet. Still, he withdraws, moving after Soldier 76 with his rifle still in hand.
Azúcar gets a brief glance and a briefer nod. In, grab the artifact, out again. Two people can manage that easily enough.
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76 has little choice but to trust that Azúcar will be okay by herself as he and Locus zero in on the target. He imagines she will be, however--someone who seems to be more than comfortable hacking security systems either knows how to keep themselves hidden and out of the way, or knows how to defend themselves when things go south. He's willing to bet she's a little of both. Trusting in a team he's never worked with is hard, but he doesn't exactly have much of a choice.
He leads with the muzzle of his rifle, environment scanner coming up empty--small blessings.
[We're clear for now.]
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It feels like working for Talon all over again. Picking up sacred relics like checking off a grocery to-do list, picking through the skeletal bones of security systems while her hardier companions do most of the heavy lifting— surreal to say the least, exciting in every sense of the word.
[Everything else I'm keeping offline and out of your way.
...until I get tired of having you around.]
Joking, joking.
—probably.
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He trusts none of them, obviously, but he doesn't have to. Their success is his, and the Legion's. Simple as that.
There's another problem bothering him at the moment, however...
[ We should have come across something by now. ]
A sign of progress. A trap. An obstacle. Something.
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But 76 knows that rarely happens. Getting in is always easy--getting out is usually the harder part. It requires an amount of trust in his two compatriots that he usually wouldn't allow himself to have, but right now there's no choice. Heading into the vault, it's not hard to discern that this is the right one.
[It's here.]
He's not going to touch it until he's sure it's safe to--76 has been around the block a few too many times for that.
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Which should mean nothing in the way of traps. At least not electronic ones, if he's to guess. But guesswork shouldn't be the only thing you make your decisions by, and 76 has the same feeling in his gut that Locus does.
There's no way they're that lucky.
Locus's gaze moves from 76 to the urn before he straightens. Fine. If this is what ends up taking him out, after everything that's happened...well. He'd probably deserve it, wouldn't he? Would still piss him off, though. Inglorious, as deaths go.
But he reaches for it first, one gloved hand closing around their prize, waiting for something. An alarm Azúcar hadn't picked up on, lightning to strike, something.
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And then across the telepathic earpieces comes the harsh, entirely (mentally*) vocalized sound of a buzzer going off— followed by Sombra's echoing laughter where it drifts in from just outside.
It never gets old.
[ Told you I shut everything down.]
Said ever so helpfully just as the lights come flickering to life outside the vault, her initial timer spent. [ Oye vatos, deprisa! Unless you feel like becoming relics too, you need to move. ]
Secondary systems are already coming back online, and while the console she's tapped into is mostly isolated, there are likely a few baseline safeguards and traps that'll be rebooting in a matter of seconds— ones she can't bypass from where she's anchored to the system. After all, layered defenses are the best defenses.
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[Quit fooling around.]
It's an outright growl, but he trusts (???) that she wouldn't lie to the, about needing to hurry. Her ass is on the line, too.
[Back the way we came?]
Hopefully there's no problem, but he thinks it's prudent to ask just in case.
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Quick and without humor; she's more than used to flicking her own thirst for amusement on and off during a mission, depending on circumstances (there's a parallel to be drawn between Jack and Gabe and their individual habits - one she'll evaluate when she isn't busy alternating tripwire functions).
And then an afterthought: for everything she can see, there are obvious gaps in the vault's defenses. Blank spaces that could be anything and everything designed to net what their baseline systems miss. That it might be nothing is an obvious possibility, but these days? She's learned better than to just assume anything but the absolute worst by default. Then, nothing takes you by surprise.
[Keep your eyes open. I can only do so much to dampen their systems, so don't do anything crazy like walk into a laser or start breaking everything on your way out.]
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Locus was no more appreciative of the jest than 76, but there was no time to complain now. They had the objective, they had to move it out quickly and quietly, or all of this would have been for nothing.
He nods back in the direction they'd come. If 76 takes point again, and something decides to surprise them? He still has a chance of vanishing with the relic and making it out. The objective comes first.
Any true soldier would agree.
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It isn't long before they reach the entrance of the vault, and they're heading back to where they left their resident tech-head. 76 isn't going to waste any time, nodding to her for a momentary regroup.
[Let me know when you're ready.]