Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

Rumors spread easily around the galaxy. Quite easily considering the post-Empire sanctions on press and information trade about the planetary communities. Most of the time it didn't lead to anything, other times it did. After all, the Martian Split was originally a rumor. A tale that could have alerted Old Earth to the uprising, had they of chose to listen. However, they did not and the Planet of War reined supreme in the first time in its existence. Of course, to sell the rest of the planetary committees and organizations, there was no Mars Empire but rather the Interplanetary System of Trade and Communication, ISTC for short, in which planetary dignitaries held reign over the sections of orbital complexes that were on, and revolved around their planets. Mercury had always been slippery though. It was essentially hiding behind enemy lines to the rest of ISTC. And that was a problem. However, short of causing a orbital shift, which was not impossible, but a great annoyance, Mercury would never be on the connected with ISTC fully. But if ISTC was to trust Mercury, or even New Earth, both planets would need to be 'good' for awhile. But apparently Mercury was now not only behind enemy lines, but sleeping with the enemy. Only if rumors were true though. The rumor had spread through out ISTC, causing a knee-jerk plan of action to be formed as the diplomats met. The Martian Special Operations Team, Black Light, had been deployed to the outer rotation of the gravitational pull of Mercury. Best case scenario, for Mercury, the team would turn and leave. But the worst case scenario would essentially be the cremation of their planet. Obviously though, for that, back up would be needed. Debate reigned on, the team waited for their orders eagerly. It had been some time since their last deployment. The call came over the headsets and their iris screens lit up with data codes of information. They were now active to take the first stage of action towards Mercury, to take down the weapon manufacturing satellite that orbited the planet's blue-red hue. Jetting to the docking station of the weapon module, the two ships of ten each began to ready their equipment. As soon as the hovercraft was close enough to the station, the Black Light team began to move silently off the ship and around the satellite. Twenty agents, all together, had been held in the ships, however four were taken as pilots, leaving sixteen as footmen. Celeste Creptian moved with a slight grace as she ducked around a corner and eyed the next segment of halls that was in front of her. Her gun was perched in her outstretched hand as she treaded the low gravity. Each of the sixteen was equipped with a small tab on napalm that would explode when triggered. This tab was only used in emergency situations like these as it was an petroleum based product from Old Earth and there weren't many just lying around lately. There was no worry of a human loss on the satellite, being a intelligent-design satellite factory, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. It took a few minutes more to sneak around the manufacturing plant, checking for signs of human life, but as a team, they would cover all the exits, corridors, and machinery in the process of planting the tabs. Black Light radioed softly to each other as checkpoints of interest were marked by the members of the team on the iris screens in their non-dominant eyes. Check 5.6, Celeste mentioned over her communicator, and a small box was colored on her screen. Now, all she had left to check out was the factory system's large data boxes and plant the tab in the same area. A few minutes more, and this mission would be over. A finicky grin passed over her face, she loved to watch things blow up. Especially when they were things that could possibly hinder Earth, new or old, from rising to power again. The grin faded instantly as a heartbeat registered on her iris, her headpiece alerting her to a living thing like echo location. There was no twitch of her trigger finger, and rather than an increase in her heart, she felt her body slow to conserve energy and send it to her muscles and brain as she had been taught. Beat on check 5.7, she commented with a bare breath as she rounded the final corner before facing the intruder. She heard her team confirm, ISTC Special Agent, you are on ISTC territory without authorization! she yelled, moving across the void, gun first.