SPY TEAM #2

[meat_mooks]

The Daligig are still, for the most part, keeping to themselves on the ship. However, in one part of the ship, Stacy's managed to take down some of her restrictions. The Daligig may believe themselves safe, but they can, in fact, be followed and spied on.

Stacy seeks out a few select crew members to collude against her masters. She finds Alendian, Splicer and Jinx each get personal visits from the AI.

|| If you are interested i learning more about the Daligig, report to this location and be discreet. ||

They will find themselves in a slimey tunnel, ceiling lower than is comfortable for any of them standing, the sounds of the Daligig echoing above them.

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[expendable_mind]

They didn't have to tell Splicer twice when time came for the crew to take up arms and retaliate. Gearing up and saying goodbye to his friends, he left everyone except Lil who insisted in coming along.

"Sevvy, this place is icky... I don't like it." the small voice came from the doll strapped to the shoulder of a fully geared Splicer.

He had just come out of stealth and was squatting as he awaited further instructions.

"Don' ya worry little lady, it ain't too bad. Remember the time we went zerg 'unting over in Char? Those tunnels were hella slimier than these fer sure."

[quick_strike]

Complaining. Sounded like a human thing.

Alendian deactivated her own cameleoline cloak, coming into view in the same area, as directed. She'd wait here for the moment but she clearly saw that others were invited to the party.

"Keep it down...."

[badluckbabe]

Jinx couldn't agree more. She approched silently wishing she had taken the time to go back to her safehouse and get some supplies. But months of following Stacy's commands had made this sound important enough to get while the getting was good.

Despite her bright hair she had a way of being subtle in her movements. It was like blending in with a crowd despite there not being a crowd to blend in with.

[expendable_mind]

Splicer opened his mouth to speak but figured there was no point. He didn't think he had been particularly loud, but considering they were supposed to be secretive, they might be right.

Instead, he glance over to Lil and gave her a nod and a quick sign. The doll remained motionless, but didn't say anything either, then he looked over to the other present and gave them an acknowledging nod before leaning against the wall and waiting for further instructions.

[meat_mooks]

The Daligig are too far off to hear well at the moment, so perhaps the trio should try and use some of their more unusual tactics to get closer. The tunnel leads to a room adjacent to the Daligig, but the room itself would leave them in plain sight.

[quick_strike]

Alendian wasn't one to wait around too long. She was personally expecting someone to show up but since that wasn't happening, she starting rustling around in her cloak with no words. Her hands came out with a breath mask and an eyepiece, both of which she put on to enhance her sight and cover up any emissions her breathing might leave behind.

With one last look at the other two, she reactivated her cloak, vanishing from sight and started heading further down the tunnel in search of anything.

[expendable_mind]

Splicer did the same in turn, vanishing from sight and thoughts as his Spectre cloak activated. If there was something to be learned from this little outing, anything at all that could help the crew? He'd make sure they'd get it and come out safely.

There was much going on amongst the crew and the like and things where just going to get harder. Anything that could make their survival that much better would be awesome right about now.

[meat_mooks]

Voices drifts into the room.

"Rusik, have you been keeping an eye on the crew?"

"I assumed that was your duty, Hakar. Really, though, there isn't much that they could do anyway. I don't know why Rekkti's worried about a Rebellion - as long as Stacy protects us, the crew is entirely impotent."

"A valid point. You should see some of the work they've done on Stacy's code, though. Their Programming team is highly qualified."

"Nothing about it, though?"

"Nothing about it."

"Good. We don't want them learning about it."

[badluckbabe]

Jinx didn't have a cloak to work with, but the plant suit still had it's uses. The dark color scheme helped to hide her as years of training allowed her to move silent and swift. Sharp eyes scanning everything to avoid making extra noise with an ill placed step or brushing past something.

It sounded like they had stumbled upon a juicy little secret. Jinx's favorite times.

[expendable_mind]

Ha ha! Stacy you loopy and wily old gal, ya knew exactly where ya were sending us. Splicer thought with a big grin.

He edged closer to try and get a better look, expanding his psionics while keeping it stealth so he could gather the number of people present in case there were more further or hiding.

[meat_mooks]

One of the Daligig walks into the room where Jinx and Splicer are stationed, brushing past and almost touching Splicer. His back is turned to Jinx.

"I thought the Catastrophists were going to blow the whole thing with it. All ranting and raving about him."

[badluckbabe]

Feeling her heart jump into her throat Jinx's sharp eyes darted around the room for cover. She was slender and flexible enough almost anything would do.

But if there wasn't anything she'd have to trust her supernatural good luck. She slowed her breath to nearly stopping and kept listening.

[expendable_mind]

This conversation certainly took a turn for the worst but not to something that hadn't been in his thoughts previously. Maybe if they could chill here for longer, maybe even trail these fucks, they could glean in on some valuable intel.

Splicer made sure to keep his stealth in full blast. He was intending on taking all the info he could, and then some.

[meat_mooks]

One of the Daligig pauses. "Turn your sensors on, Riyaj. The temperature's off in this room. It almost feels...occupied."

[badluckbabe]

So much for luck. Carefully and swiftly Jinx did her best to edge back to the door, her back pressed tightly to Stacy's wall. Holding her breath she willed her bad luck out from the core of her being hoping for something...anything that would keep her hidden till those two inadvertently gave up the rest of their thoughts.

[expendable_mind]

Splicer was certain that if he could remain invisible from the strongest psions in his world, he should be alright dealing with whatever these fucks had in the form of sensors, but just to be safe be went into total Spectre mode and shut off his presence as he moved back a few steps.

Last thing they needed was being found out and he didn't feel like getting the others caught either. He wasn't going anywhere though, not just yet. There was still so much to find out and he was sticking around to find it.

[meat_mooks]

"Then walk out of it, you fool," one of the Daligig says, ushering his comrade away. "We should be focusing on boobytrapping Stacy's core programming rather than chasing ghosts."

And with that, the Daligig leave...having left Splicer and Jinx with more information than they might even realize.

[badluckbabe]

Jinx hadn't even realized she was holding her breath till they were gone. She let it out in a short burst and felt her legs trying to give out underneath her.

It was a close call, but it was over and now she had to consider what to do with the information.

[expendable_mind]

Splicer didn't waste a second after they left. He was already moving away and motioned for Jinx to follow as he began to communicate in her head.

"We need to get this info to command. Real or not, it's something to look into and if we don't do something, things can end before they even start..."

[badluckbabe]

"Cheery sentiment." Jinx acknowledged in a whisper. She nodded though in agreement. "Alright, so what do we just take it to the captain? Or the council? We don't even have any proof other then our word."

[expendable_mind]

"When it comes to delicate information like this, recon scouts like us can only rely on our word at times... And it's up to us and command to come up with a strategy that can cover each instance. One; it's true and we need to find a countermeasure to this specific plan without alarming notice of our knowledge. Two; It's a trap and we need to act like it was an accident stumbled upon when they are 'enacting the plan'. Three; it's all fake and it was just a ploy to send us on a wild goose chase."

He paused and looked around both using his enhanced senses, and using his psionics to explore further to try and see if they were being followed or listened into. Even if he was communicating telepathically, he didn't want to risk anything.

"Whatever the case, I'm not too trusting of voicing all this to the council just yet. We might get overheard... Only thing we can do is go straight to command with this and hope they're cooperative." Which in his experience back in Korhal, wasn't always the case.