trans_9 | All work and no play [Closed to the Major, and John.]

John could have been at the party, but he wasn't. It wasn't because of sour grapes either. He simply had important business to take care of. Business for the Major, and John had done exactly as she had requested, and then some. It had been easy for him to find what she'd requested as he'd already stolen half of it on his first visit to the armory. Of course it was much easier this time as he had the proper access. He'd even managed to dig up a Seburo C-25A submachine gun, and one of the cMN-23 assault rifles for her. Keeping the submachine gun supplied with ammo might be a problem due to the odd round, but it couldn't hurt to impress her a little. It did take him a few days however to move the hardware quietly to the city, but he didn't mind. By not using the armory computer, and moving it himself it was far easier to make them simply vanish.

Once he'd finished securing everything he contacted the Major so she could come inspect some of it. Hopefully she'd approve of his efforts, and the new location. It was some kind of large fallout shelter with one hell of a blast door, and enough room to shelter plenty of the crew should any disaster strike. There wasn't any alternate exits that he had found yet, but they could certainly make one if they had to. Exploration of the place turned up that it was called a Vault, and had been built in some universe's America around 2070. It would take a bit of work to clean out, and make completely ready for the team, but it would be well worth the effort. They simply couldn't have asked for a better base of operations.

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"There is always a hole, no system is perfect." He had no idea what that weakness might be at the moment, but he knew it was there somewhere. " Wouldn't it have to use the ship's systems to kidnap these people? If we cut off its access to those systems it needs then we won't have to worry about finding it."

"The main AI is protecting it, no doubt on what it perceives as our behalf,"Stacy's half-false benevolence was irritating.

"I've been working on hacking it for months with no real success," Motoko didn't count the gravity incident as more than incidental. It meant nothing meaningful for their situation, "Most people aboard don't even seem to be aware it's happened to them, despite repeated abuse. It's a clumsy, direct memory-pull."

Her tone conveyed all that was needed for such a thing- namely that she found it pathetic. But still, the bitch had taken her subordinate that way, then thought to erase his presence from her memory.

"I wouldn't mind doing some reprogramming on the main AI either, but one target at a time." Stacy was really starting to piss him off. The crew really did have to have something wrong with them to be so protective of it. He ran a hand through his hair, and tried to think. Damn AIs on this ship had been running free for too long, and not enough people had cared to keep tabs on them. Because of that here they were running almost blind. There had to be a way, he just wasn't seeing it. It was frustrating.

She could tell from his expression that he understood just how screwed they really were. It was a benchmark she had come to value in people here- those that figured out how shackled they really were did so quickly, and were to be considered at least competent. Those that sided with whatever they were told, whether out of altruism, naivete, or inexperience were best left to their own devices, or avoided.

It really was a war on three fronts.

"I'm taking it up with Kennedy, now that he's Captain," she informed him, though she if she knew her superior, now her Captain, at all she knew what his answer would be, "But if you can, be ready. When and if we move on GLaDOS there probably won't be any warning."

"Hopefully he'll listen." John had his doubts about that though. The man's current track record didn't inspire much confidence. A lot of this had happened under his watch, and that made him responsible for it. Of course even if he didn't approve John had a feeling that wouldn't dissuade the Major in her course of action, and he hoped he was correct in that assessment. "I'll be ready either way. Anything special you'd like me to have prepared for the mission?"

Motoko was turned away, whether to more fully scout the Vault or to leave, it was hard to say. At any rate she half turned, and with an ominous finality made a her last request before flicking on the camouflage with a soft hiss and moving off into the shadows, undetectable.

"Explosives."

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