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After-Effect; Post-AC RP
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,542 Views)
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It was, at the least, starting to make sense; why Alissa seemed so disconnected at times, why she had trouble at the most seemingly basic of connections to make; she was a victim to exactly what Travis suspected that Jenkins and Delacroix were about to repeat.

Except this time they had a sample of Jenosa's blood, phazon, and who knows what else Federation R&D had allowed Jenkins to create or unleash aboard that facility.

Still, it made sense, from how she conducted herself to how she could barely make connections in simple social situations; she was… created, or so she claims, to be a weapon. She was treated like a tool, and used like one. It also explained her un-natural hair color, although that could just have easily been dyed.

Travis closed his eyes and shook his head; non a gesture of rejection, but sympathy. There were few forms of enslavement more vile then those which devalued a human being of their humanity. How Alissa wrestled with this, he didn’t know, but he commended her for not being consumed with anger.

Listening to the bit of strategic suggestion by Alissa, however, started to ignite the flames of a stratagem in his mind; he had not known that Alissa had a cache of NGC tech aboard. If she did have enough to simulate a small-scale cleansing operation that was a precursor for invasion, that would prove absolutely useful, depending on what it was she could deploy. On the other hand, it would likely not take Jenkins and his benefactors long to realize they weren’t being attacked by the NGC; being formerly of the military himself, he knew that the Federation brass was not (for the most part) comprised of idiots. Give them enough time, and they would realize that it isn’t the precursor to galactic war bearing down on a backwater research facility.

“I didn’t know that you had that much tech on board your little ship, Alissa.” He nodded, smiling a bit. “How much do you have, and what do you have on board? Furthermore, would it buy us enough time to destroy any records in the facility of our passing? Jenkins is likely not operating with the blessing of the Federation as a whole; experiments involving bio-weapons are technically illegal, as per Galactic Senate law; but that won’t stop him from spinning the truth to the effect of a few bounty hunters going rogue, and the last thing we need is entire Federation armadas hunting us down. If we can’t guarantee that… we may need to get the chairman involved and inform him of what's been going on under his nose; it would be a boon to get his authority to do this so we aren’t hunted down upon jumping out of that region of space.

“And, let me say this; for somebody who was so wrongly denied their humanity, you have certainly learned to not let your anger rule you. You’re just as human as Jenosa, Alana or I. I trust you too, even if we don’t know each other too well.” He offered her a smile.
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Of everyone in this motley group, Jenosa was the one who knew Alissa the most. She had gradually grown to understand and trust the strange, quiet woman; and, ironically, she rather enjoyed her company in general. She had unexpectedly become a good compatriot in their journey to locate Delacroix, and to more so unravel the conspiracy. Yet for all the time spent, her friend's past still remained a mystery that, until now, she could only guess at.

The hints were there to be sure. The woman's strange reflexes, physical physical appearance...and last name. Achilles had a certain ring to it that reminded her of other 'names' used for certain 'pets' kept for scientific research. And after having done a general search on them - along with Jourmonganduar, Yggradsill, and Cyclops, all which had some mythical bearing - it wasn't hard for her to imagine Achilles used for a scientific classification.

But the reason, the woman's motivation, for doing all of this had been ambiguous. Even when she asked why - there had been nothing truly tangible to gain from this - Alissa had avoided it partially with what seemed to be an angered response; not at her, but Delacroix. As if this was something personal.

Now, listening to Alissa's reluctantly explain her background, it all made ideal sense to her. In response, she made a wry smirk as she sympathetically grasped Alissa's shoulder with one hand, "Hey, no need to worry about me. I could honestly care less of where and how you were born; what matters is who you are now; and you've already proved that."

As she let go, her brow furrowed in though, "That said, I'd really like to know how you intend to pass yourself off as a random technician. Considering the place, I don't think they're just going to hand out free invitations. I'm betting they're very selective."
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Alissa looked between the pair of them, Travis was if anything more understanding than she had thought he would have been. Though inwardly she was pleased that Jenossa had perhaps gotten the closest to finding out before this. Their acceptance caused some of the tension to drain out of her, she knew she could trust them not to share what she told them, and she believed they were honest when they said they did not judge her for her origins.


And then the questions started, however in her preparation for this meeting these had been the easiest questions to prepare for. Neither of them had asked about her abilities, how she was created, what her training was like and a host of other things she still would rather not think about on her own. They were asking about strategy, and equipment.


“That said, I'd really like to know how you intend to pass yourself off as a random technician. Considering the place, I don't think they're just going to hand out free invitations. I'm betting they're very selective” was the question from Jenossa and that was the question she chose to answer first.

“A facility that size cannot be overseen by one or even a few individuals, and even a dark site must have some communication with the outside world, they need to order supplies, and if there is a military presence at all they will need a way to request personal, even if it is covert.” Alissa stated quietly drawing a breath “we discover that data stream and intercept it, adding in a file with my cover as a technician, or ideally we locate an incoming technician that I can pass for; the smaller changes we make the longer it will take them to discover me.”

she looked to Travis a moment

“As far as equipment, when I decided to make my departure from the Coalition I was being prepared for a similar mission, I have an assortment of light and heavy weaponry, breaching charges, several suits of body armor, and five assault bots. The bots I was planning to use for the frontal attack” she said quietly, still in the habit of not sharing too much information.
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Jenosa felt a great deal of more empathy for Alissa than she had ever before. The two of them held a lot of contradicting similarities, but now, she also understood Alissa's situation almost perfectly. Just like her, Alissa had fled from those who had originally used her; from those that could possibly do more torture. In a way, Jenosa had done the same for the same reason, only she had never been experimented on. Well, almost never.

And it was good to see her friend's tension easing; she could tell Alissa had been nervous in telling them this. She wouldn't blame her.

In the mention of what weaponry Alissa had, Jenosa raised an eye brow. "All that and attack robots. Jeez, what kind of missions did those crooks send you on?"

In another brief moment, she made a forlorn sigh, "Well, I guess the only thing left to do now is pack and come knocking on their door."
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"Sounds like it," Travis nodded, his gaze shifting between the two women depending on who was speaking.

The plan was slowly coming together; while Alissa generated a frontward assault distraction using bots and a fake Coalition assault platoon; likely also armor controlled by bots, he reasoned. While Jenkins and his men scrambled to make ready their defenses, they would infiltrate from the route provided by Vega. From there, they would search the facility, destroy any illegal experiments, steal the files, and destroy any records the researchers had been pooling. Then, they would find Delacroix, incapacitate or neutralize his crew, and from there, find Jenkins and take him into custody along with any other co-conspirators.

He doubted they were striking at the roots, but this was the only place he figured they were. Admittedly, Travis found this decision akin to groping around in the dark, but what other choice did they have, wait for Jenkins to unleash another disaster?

"Still, I think it's good to say this now so this doesn't come as a surprise to anyone; I am contacting Chairman Keaton and getting him involved. This investigation runs way too deep without somebody very high up the chain vetting us, and not even my ships and gear will last forever with the Federation military hunting us across the galaxy. We cannot afford to have Jenkins spinning the truth on us by going above our heads, so I say we take the initiative and go over his. When Jenkins and his officers figure out what's really going on, it won't take terribly long for them to try and call for help. We need to make sure that help will not be coming or we're going to have an entire armada of Federation Navy vessels breathing down our necks.

"I just have... one favor to ask of all of you, and I know it might make this harder. But please, hear me out. If you can help it, avoid or incapacitate any Federation soldiers you may encounter, do not kill them. The fact is, I used to be enlisted myself so I can honestly say that most of these guys likely have no idea what's been going on in the facility; they're just there to guard a post. If you could keep that promise, I would be grateful to you all.

"Now, before we make our jump and preparations, I need to contact Chairman Keaton."


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Peacemaker, diplomat, congressman, politician.

Ra'dak Keaton, the chairman of the Galactic Federation, was thought by some to simply be a prude who was too caught up in his work to have a life of his own. Some said that he was more-or-less married to the Federation; others said he simply cared too much about others to really care about himself.

Maybe it was a little bit of both.

In truth, Keaton was simply a humble member of the Slarkahn species trying to make a galaxy better for all; railing against the darkness both within and without the Federation, even within the government's own ranks. He was seen by many as a rare ruler that comes along maybe only once every few centuries, the kind that songs were written after, and whose character truly matched his legend.

Alas, even with most of the support of the people, the Galactic Congress and enough of the military, the Chairman had paid dear prices for the peace his Federation enjoyed, and some of those he counted as allies lost so much more, if they were still breathing. The Chairman was notoriously uncompromising with wickedness if he could help it; as such, it did not make him friends among corrupt officials and crime-lords.

For once, Ra'dak found himself alone, one of the few moments of solace in which the chairman was able to gather his thoughts between the three-part sequence of his life; between himself, politics and the ugly reality of militant action, he usually found himself constantly on the go and never-ceasing in his dutiful vigil.

Left to his thoughts, Chairman Keaton found himself staring into the starry abyss of his office window. Though his security experts often urged him to move it somewhere more central in this branch of Federation HQ, he refused to do so; he had nothing to hide, an he liked the view of the sea blue nebula in the distance, its deep hues offering a calming presence to any in the office, including him.

The only thing that snapped him from his contemplation of his saggy-skinned yellow-green hands was the sound of a holo projector activating, with his secretary AI, Aurora Unit 53, shimmering into view. Strangely, the computer chose a classical human female office worker in a skirt suit as an image; likely a choice made due to the image associated with the word "secretary" in popular searches both legitimate and... well, vulgar. AU 53 had been programmed to be both polite, yet professional, so she(It? Keaton himself wasn't sure) stuck with the legitimate image.

"Mr. Chairman? You've somebody on your private line, sir."

"Who would this be?" Immediately, the chairman turned from the starry view, his relaxed face immediately hardening into it's characteristic, flat-lipped business demeanor. Some had jokingly called this Keaton's "war face", but all knew that this was his trademark sincerity. He was a man dedicated to his responsibilities.

"According to the ID through the network, the call is coming from a ship known as the Thunderwolf, registered to the Bounty Hunter known as Travis "Deadeye" Clark. Should I let it through, sir?"

The chairman gave a bit of a resigned sigh to himself; he knew the quiet day would not last forever. It wouldn't be quiet much longer with a bounty hunter holding audience with him.

"Patch him through."

Immediately, a holoscreen flashed into view above the Chairman's desk, and within moments, the static black focused into an image showing a young man in what appeared to be a black trench-coat with matching garments.

["Chairman Keaton, thank you for your time."]

"Mr. Clark." Ra'dak gave a curt, polite nod; he knew this was likely to not be the best news. "To what pleasure do I owe this call?"

["You once told me that if I ever needed your aid, Chairman, that I could seek it. Well... I need it now."] Travis removed his jacket as he sat down into the cockpit seat of his ship; Keaton could see others on board shuffling back and forth inside the vessel behind the hunter, but that wasn't the issue.

"And what would this be, if I may ask?" Keaton's sallowed skin formed a brow, his green eyes unwavering into the human hunter's.

["I assume this line is secure, considering this is you we're talking about."] Travis looked around, as if he himself seemed wary of speaking. ["You are likely aware of the whole Durendel Incident on Hunroth? Where mercenaries somehow managed to damage the hotel?"]

"I am; I'm also aware that you and a number of hunters were involved in the incident. Are you asking for a pardon? Mr. Clark, you are aware that no charges were filed against you or the other hunters, correct?" Keaton was hopeful that the hunter was not going where he thought this discussion was leading, the ideas sifting through his mind at the pace of 500 a minute.

["Unfortunately, I think of both of us know what the real reason I'm calling is."] Travis gave Keaton a flat look, politely indicating he wasn't amused by the semantics. Keaton gave a resigned sigh. ["Something stinks in your military Chairman; this I know all too well, and lately, I managed to find another sign of the rot."]

"I had a feeling it was only a matter of time before a bounty hunter or other good soul like you found another mess I'm trying to clean up..." Chairman Keaton rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand, leaning forward to indicate his stress over the issue. He clearly had been troubled about this. "Mr. Clark, I am aware of what you found; too well aware... as a former member of the Commando black operations unit, I am sure you know that there has been a struggle to define the spirit of the Federation for a long time; but I will save you the speech, as you are informed. My point is, I am aware of what Colonel Jenkins is doing, just as much as you are. But, my eyes and ears in GFMI haven't been able to find something solid to root out Jenkins or those above him. I just don't have the evidence to act."

["What if I told you I not only have the evidence, I can get Jenkins out of the picture? Subdue him. One less problem to worry about for both of us."] Travis tapped the metal plating of the cockpit, his eyes periodically darting back and forth between Keaton's face and ship readings.

"Mr. Clark, what do you mean? Kill him? No, I won't do that. You know I will never do that unless absolutely necessary."

["Of course not, Chairman. I'm not talking about killing him... not unless he forces my hand. I'm talking about removing him and those are helping him from power to face court-martial before a military tribunal. We both know that the military has a bad habit of ignoring it's own rules and laws; at least, some of the brass do."]

"So what do you need me for, if I may be so blunt, Mr. Clark? I care not for myself, but I'm the chairman of the Galactic Federation; I can't just do as I wish. What is stopping you from hunting him down as those of the Guild tend to do?"

["Because unlike most hunters, I'm not a legalized thug. Let me explain,"] Travis brought up readings of a small moon, one which the Chairman immediately recalled housed a weapons development lab that his sources labeled as suspect. ["With the help of one of the crew aboard this ship, we will stage a diversion that the New Galactic Coalition is attacking this facility. Obviously, it will be found out to be false, and is meant to; it's a diversion and nothing more. While this occurring, we will infiltrate the facility, destroy any illegal experiments, acquire the information compiled, and incarcerate any key figureheads, including Colonel Jenkins himself, and crime-lord middleman known as Delacroix. We'll be sure to destroy any records that track jump signatures and the like.

["This is where you come in, Chairman. The favor I need is to make sure that Colonel Jenkins cannot turn this on us and use it an excuse to silence us. When he and his officers figure out that the "Coalition Forces" are fake, they'll likely attempt to SOS any nearby Federation fleets for help. I need you to make sure his calls aren't answered. It won't stop the power struggle, but it will favor it back to the side of good, Mr. Keaton; but if Delacroix and the Colonel are allowed to get away with what they're doing, they'll likely move to silence all of us on this vessel, and in doing so cost you yet another hand. I needn't remind you of how many hands you've lost."]

The bounty hunter's words hit home, the chairman bowing his head in contemplation. Indeed, the Chairman had lost many allies in the pursuit of what was good; the most famous of which were General Adam Malkovitch and Samus Aran, the bounty hunter.

And too many more, far too many more.

"... Alright. I'll help you Mr. Clark. But; I have a very strict condition; unless fired upon first, you are NOT to harm a single soldier in that base, do you understand...? I will not have innocent men buried to bring the truth to light. You may do this with my blessing, but if any soldiers die needlessly, I cannot protect you for what may happen if this is ever discovered."

["I've made that perfectly clear to everyone here, Chairman. Any man who is wrongly slain by any on board this vessel with answer not only to you, but to me. These soldiers are just doing their jobs and likely have no idea what's going on.

["Watch for the signal, Mr. Chairman. You'll know it when you see it."]

The holoscreen closed out and Ra'dak finally turned back to the nebula.

"Mr. Chairman, he seems to be telling the truth; I didn't detect any deceptive patterns in his voice."

Keaton shook his head; the underground battle to assure the Galactic Federation did not fall into ruin and tyranny due to greed was never easy.

"Neither did I, 53. Neither did I." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He wasn't going to sleep well tonight.
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Jenosa tilted her head at Travis with a wry smile, and a glimmer of innocent mischief shone in her green eyes. "Travis, do I look the sort of woman that takes to killing as a hobby? Because believe me," she spoke, with a dash of seriousness in her tone, "I don't."

It was true that Jenosa might have killed a few people in the past, but she never did it lightly or without good reason. Most had been mercenaries or stone cold killers; people whom she recognized to have zero empathy or remorse, and held nothing else onto themselves but greed and lust. She seldom liked getting her hands dirty, but she wouldn't hesitate to use lethal force if she was pressed into the situation where a stun gun wouldn't cut it.

It had been a behavior that, despite his disapproval of her path, her father had done a good job instilling in her. And she thanked him for it.

As she made a curt nod to what Travis had to do, she joined Alissa in helping to prepare the rest of the equipment; an action that had become automatic between the two. And with what they were heading into, their situation could turn into all very ugly very fast.

Jenosa was not looking forward to reaching this facility.
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Being an out of reach facility, the trip took about a week.

Yet for Jenosa, it felt like an arduous month, the anxiety of what she might confront, truth and otherwise, growing with every passing moment. She did any form of activity to keep herself occupied, from gear checking, exerciser to even sparing with Alissa in whatever form they could. Poorly at first - close quarters wasn't her strong suit - but she learned a few things in the process.

Sometimes she even pushed herself more than she should, and Alissa had to actually insist on saying 'no' at times; a rarity for her indeed. The only upside was that when she did do this, she was able to sleep, surprisingly.

By the end of the trip, Jenosa had one of the longest work outs she had in a while. But for all of it, her anxiety was written deep into her expression in the final few hours they prepared to make the last jump. Now, wearing jeans and a tank top, with perspiration still clinging to her body, she leaned against the cockpit's railing, staring into space as she did.

She sighed deeply. "I'm afraid," she admitted, "More afraid than I ever thought I might be in my life. Sounds surprising, I know, but it's the truth. Every part my professional attitude I built up is screaming for me to turn back; going 'Just forget about it, it's not worth it. There's nothing in it for you. They'll just forget about you anyway.'"

She paused and turned to Alissa, her face lacing with anger and frustration, "But I know I can't do that. Not after going this far and discovering an entire conspiracy has been behind my back this entire time. Not after all the bullshit I've been through. I ran away from home in fear - like you - thinking I was safe from prying eyes. I was wrong."

"I want to know the truth. Not just about this project, but about me; how long - both the Confederation and GF - have been watching me, and what else they might do with me. I'm of keeping myself in the dark, but..."

"But I'm scared to find out how deep this rabbit whole hole goes in my life."
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Alissa sat at a terminal working quietly when Jenossa had started talking to her; they had identified a candidate to replace a couple weeks ago, and after making sure their target would not arrive to complicate things, it was amazing what an officially worded email from a hacked account could do. In the last week Alissa had started working on her cover, military targets always came with a wealth of information, and though she had changed very little she had also covertly copied psych and personality evaluations. She had cut her hair on one of their mid jump stops and dyed it a deep brown to match the tech she was replacing. Colored contacts gave her a much more normal appearance, even going so far as to ass semi permanent details like freckles, even a very faint scar over the left eye. These were the skills Alissa had not wanted to let others see. Aside from the fact they now made her uncomfortable, she knew others found them deeply unsettling, the ease with which she put on another person’s personality and life like a costume. For the moment she was working with the computer to fabricate the uniform she would be expected to arrive in as well as tools, taking time to hide her own personal technology along with them. She could not bring weapons in after all, so she was hiding things like stun batons, and other such things among her tools.

She glanced towards Jenossa as she started to speak; she had known her friend was on edge since they started the trip. The way Jenossa threw herself into training and preparation was an indication, more than once Alissa had to stop a session for fear of hurting Jenossa, or herself.

Her brow knit together at the last part of Jenossa’s statement, the computer responded ***down the rabbit hole, a reference to Alice in Wonderland, an 1865 novel written by English author Charles Lutwidge Dodgson under the pseudonym Lewis Carroll. In this context “down the rabbit hole” referees to the depth and further mysteries hel…*** “Thank you* came Alissa’s calm response. Jenossa would have noticed this by now that when an idiom or saying is used that Alissa is unfamiliar with the computer will fill in the blanks for the operative.

“Apprehension is understandable…” Alissa said looking for a moment to a scan of the facility “People you trusted may have used you, others would kill you….again….to keep you quiet. And who knows what else we are going to encounter in this facility” Alissa stood quietly and moved over to her friend “hiding never works though, not for very long” she was quiet a moment staring out at the field of stars for a long moment “I’m not frightened, I know we will succeed, because we have a good plan, the element of surprise, and the support of a powerful ally. But I also feel like we are going to succeed, like it is right that we should” she looked toward her friend a moment “I never used to feel anything about a mission, now I feel……” she paused as if searching for a word before a slight smile formed “good….more at peace with who I am, and what I am then I’ve been since I started contemplating that” she looked back out at the stars for a moment

“Whatever happens there is that” she grew a bit more serious “there is however a chance that I will be captured before my mission is complete. I’ve sent a message to Clark stating this but do not risk yourselves or the mission to get me out”

She looked toward Jenossa a moment before moving over toward the pilots seat, reaching and beginning to bring up displays quietly for a moment
“Computer”

***yes operative***

“Add command clearance to Jenossa Arma”

***voice print accepted, command confirmed***

“If I am captured….please take the blackbird, Keep it out of government hands. It….the AI…helped me escape”
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Looking at Alissa, Jenosa felt she was seeing a completely new side of her friend she had never thought she would witness. It was strange and uncanny in how she pulled together her 'disguise', and how she currently looked; she was so used to Alissa's original appearance that looking at her, and hearing her own mind speak, was unsettling. It was hard for her to believe Alissa could undergo such a rapid change in outer identity, something that Jenosa would never ever even do.

That must been some line of espionage and infiltration she had been made for, she had thought internally at one point. To think how the a company had mold this woman into what they thought to be a 'weapon'. Such experimentation had once never existed within her mind; she had never even once imagined it ever happening. But that was long ago, and she was beginning to see an ugly truth that she found even more unsettling than Alissa's current appearance.

Not that she didn't consider her a close friend anymore. Not with the way she still talked

She smiled warmingly at the mention of her friend feeling 'good' about doing. Sometimes 'feeling good' was all you needed. She recalled she could have just ignored a few distress calls – that they probably wouldn't been worth anything – but she followed them because it felt right. She didn't ignore her conscious feelings; not when it made her feel alive; who she was.

And then her smile turned into a frown with the last thing Alissa mentioned; and it deepened like the weight of the world had been put on her shoulders. “Woah...woah woah woah,” she repeated with a disagreeing, raised hand, “I am leaving you to rot in the hands of military bozoes where they'll pick, prod and turn you over into a hard broiled egg. Never. Not for what you've done for me.”

Her friend responded with a long, silent stair that said it all.

Jenosa sighed; partially in realization. “Look, I know this means a lot to you...just as it means a lot to me. I have no doubt about that after you told me who you were. But you know I can't just up and abandon like you never existed.” She hesitated for a moment, “I promise...that I'll – that we'll finish this mission, regardless of what happens to you. And that I'll take care of the Black Bird if that were the scenario.”

“BUT,” she said, seriously, “I can't guarantee I won't go off trying to find you afterward, because I WILL hound your ass if you get captured.”

“So please,” she ended with a wry smile, “don't get captured.”


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((My apologies for the long delay in posting; in addition to those new games, my depression had reached yet another valley between the mountains.))

Even to a former black ops veteran like Travis, Alissa's metamorphosis in both appearance and personality was startlingly seamless and natural.

In the cockpit, he was going over the final plans for the operation in the captain's console, having clad all but the helmet of his armor. The Fenris sat magnetically latched upon his back, and the belt of the suit had been lined with more objects then usual; notably, ammo for the monster of a firearm he carried.

But now, his brows were firm knitted, a piercing gaze staring into the console holo-screen. Maybe on occasion he'd mutter something back and forth with Constantine, but for the most part, his thoughts turned back to Alissa's role in this. Indeed, like before she would be a keystone in this operation.

And hopefully, Travis thought to himself, he'd be able to avoid the excessive violence that came about in Durendel.

Travis had to hand it to her though; her act was far better then most he had ever encountered. Even the lunamorph race would likely have trouble following her act. He had infiltrated places too, using similar tactics; a false or borrowed name, official documentation for somebody that doesn't exist, almost totally different personae and styling of hair.

But ultimately, Travis had performed such subtle infiltration as merely a convincing illusion; a show for the enemy to see, and an act at which the man Travis Clark was very much still at the core of; ultimately, he and the illusion were separate.

But in Alissa's case, the listless and silver-haired woman that everyone had been talking to, training with, had almost completely vanished.

Indeed, Travis concurred to himself, one would think she had mysteriously vanished from aboard his ship if he didn't know any better.

And that is what made Travis a bit uneasy when he pondered Alissa's skillset; well, to be specific it was the matter in which these skills were given to her. He wouldn't press her for the details as he was sure they were painful, but what little Travis did know of Alissa made him wrestle with both unease at how she seamlessly cast on another identity and his anger at those who had attempted to strip her of her own.

He and Jenosa certainly knew it to be the same person. however. At the very core of her being, Alissa was still Alissa; no persona, no change of appearance could change that.

As the others slowly began to trickle into the cockpit, Travis looked over Alissa's appearance and it certainly brought about a wave of nostalgia in his eyes. From head to toe, she fit the part and he nodded in approval; Alissa had joined the group in full uniform of a female Federation officer.

But, those were different times he dwelled on; Travis cleared his head, bringing himself back to the current situation.

"Alright, we're going to get this show on the road and soon. First order of business... to answer that message of yours, Alissa: if I can help it, the answer to that request is 'no'. Forgive the cheesy metaphor, but even in the commandos I was taught 'leave no man behind'. Unless for some reason it were to endanger the well-being of everyone on board this ship, I will not abandon you, and neither will the others. Don't undersell yourself.

"Right then... while Alissa infiltrates and sets the table, the rest of us are going to wait until Constantine gets the signal. We're then going to drop with the Arctic Storm and infiltrate via the route Vega provided. Once we're in, Constantine will relay our signal to Alissa to initiate the "Commonwealth" attack, and from there she'll proceed to sabotage any systems that could compromise the operation. From there we use the confusion to sweep the facility for Delacroix and all relevant data for Jenkins' experiments. Once we have those, we arrest Jenkins and his co-conspirators present. From there the 25th fleet will warp in under direct orders of Chairman Keeton to take Jenkins and his..." Travis paused, as if pondering how to state the next bit. "...'scientists' into custody. Remember everyone, we have confirmed that there may be both Phazon and the Scurge virus in the facility. We're hitting them hard, fast, and putting a stop to this madness.

"Any questions?"
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Alissa looked toward Travis a moment and drew a breath as if to protest before letting it go. She had learned enough about him at least to know that there was no point in argument. She waited for him to finish speaking, and for any unanswered questions to be asked before she started speaking.

“The infiltration will take five days” she said standing and moving to a console to bring up a display
“On the first day I will introduce a virus into their network, the purpose of the virus will give us access to their computer systems, security feeds, communications and so on. However its primary purpose will be the gather all the data collected at the facility, compress it, encrypt it, and during our extraction event upload it. After the extraction the Virus will wipe local systems, as well any backups”

Alissa paused looking around the group waiting to see if there were questions “while the virus works I will be working to disable or work around any road blocks we might encounter. I have IFF transmitters that I will be leaving with Mr. Clark, and will add their signatures to the internal systems, though I will attempt to disable them”

She moved over brining up a floor plan for Tennessee Jack’s “ at 0115 after the fifth day you will need to enter and incapacitate Jack and any additional security in the bar its self before proceeding to the office and down to the elevator. At 0120 every access code in the facility will reset from then on in only these cards “she placed a half dozen blue keycards on the table “or their accompanying access codes will work”

“You will have to incapacitate the guards at that end of the Tram however the auto turret should be disabled; I will meet you at the other end at 0130”

She paused for a moment “there is a black case on the blackbird that I will ask you bring with you; it will have my equipment for the remainder of the mission”

Alissa waited for any questions; once any concerns of the crew were addressed Alissa would leave to start the infiltration.

(another post to follow with what happens inside)
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