Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

Shadow Three, make sure our guests don't leave without their goodie bags. Other units, it's time to start sending everyone home. Be sure to grab the gifts. Simple orders, and a fairly simple code, yet coming up with complicated ways to say such trivial things was one of the tiny joys in life. Stealing all of the station's shipping manifests and design schematics before blowing up millions of kilos of materiel and taking the opportunity to blame it all on Mercury's good friends the Martians was one of the big joys. One of the slow moving ships altered its path to take it towards the docking bays the Shadow within would eject from the craft, his powered pressure suit letting him slip silently up to the Martian's two ships and plant limpet mines upon the engines and fuel tanks. If there was enough fuel in the tanks it would kill everyone aboard, but at the very least the ships would be crippled when the blast ripped apart the engines. The rest of the Terran craft continued their path towards the satellite, each one slowing and matching speed with the complex until magnetic clamps sealed them tightly against the hull. The rest was simple. The complex had never been designed to hold humans safely and was built long before the arrival of New Earth and Mars caused the need for armored manufacturing centers. The hull existed mainly to prevent micrometeorite strikes, and there wasn't even an alarm to go off when the superheated plasma sliced through the hull. In a few moments time Tellson's dozen Shadows had entered the factory, their armored void suits making them faceless terrors in the endless night. Two by two they moved, their scattered entry points meaning they could reach their goals in a matter of moments. His own goal was the data servers, and he moved alone having a partner only tended to slow him down. Quiet confirmations came through the radio as he moved, his team silently slipping through the facility slowly as to avoid detection. The killing would come later, once the job was done. At last Norik arrived in the main data room, carefully moving between the rows of data banks until he found an unlocked data jack. Data transfer commencing, whispered the AI in his helmet as he pulled the autohack from his belt and inserted it into the jack. ETA three minutes. A noise. Sudden transmissions from his men, the enemy was on the move, someone had alerted them. Footsteps approaching him. Shit. Things would be starting a bit early. Engage silent, heat on discover, he quickly ordered, his Shadows drawing their blades and slipping forward towards the unaware enemy from behind with their guns at the ready. Tellson himself ducked behind one of the massive data banks, just in time to hear a woman shouting out across all bandwidths. Typical Martians, blazing in without a thought. And if she was a typical Martian, and had come in through the entrance he'd heard her at, and was advancing into the room to find the intruder, then she would be... there. He was already throwing when he emerged from behind the bank, the deadly monofilament knife scything through the air. Tellson didn't even pause to see if he'd hit her, or if the strike accomplished anything beyond a distraction and the revelation of his position. He was too busy moving, sliding behind another data bank and tripping his suit's active camouflage. He would need it for her reinforcements if she was a typical Martian, she was already dead.