Coruscant Connection (Bruce Foster)

[Killian]

>Finding contact details for "Bruce Foster"
>Contacting
A voice message was mysteriously left in all of Bruce's registered communication devices. Upon playing the message, a distorted voice would say: "Bruce Foster. I have a job that might... peak your interest." All the while it talked, nearby screens would show a pixelated, white face. "I'm sending co-ordinates to a place on Coruscant, in the slums area. More details will be given there..." And with that, the message ended, and nearby screens returned to normal. A few seconds later, co-ordinates specifically leading to a back alley on Coruscant appeared on Bruce's navigation systems.
>Accessing Backdoor Surveillance
The camera's around the alleyway moved, facing in various directions as they awaited the visitor. A small, handheld communication device with a visual screen lay on the alley floor, ready for [member="Bruce Foster"]

 

[Bruce Foster]

Bruce Foster stood before the mirror. He was on Coruscant, the heart of his enemy. Everything in his life had led up to this moment. To be here, to destroy it all. Yet, how? The cult was shattered, it was all over the news. Young boy raised by father to commit acts of terrorism on Galactic Republic. His father was in jail, and he was wanted for suspicion of committing acts of terrorism. He was renting out a run down room in a motel, festered with cockroaches and rats. The place stunk of former patrons. Then, he heard it. A voice called from the audio output of the television in the bedroom "Bruce Foster. I have a job that might... peak your interest."
He had no idea how the man contacted him, if it even was a man. He had no credentials. No identification. He had nothing but the credits in his back pocket, and the stolen armour. Quietly, he walked into the bedroom. His face a mask of an emotionless creature. A pixelated face of human was on the screen. It was too hard to discern who it was. Then, the audio switched from the television to the audio output of his helmet. "I'm sending co-ordinates to a place on Coruscant, in the slums area. More details will be given there..."
He walked over, picking up the helmet and gently rolling it in his palms. He would spend the next thirty minutes, slowly putting the suit on piece by piece. Was this his salvation? His question? A goal in life he could achieve. He didn't know what to think as he silently brooded over the mysterious voice. Finally, he slid his helmet on and left through the back door. His footsteps thudded loudly as he marched under the cover of a darkened sky. He almost crunched on it, before his helmet warned him he was right on top of the coordinates. He glanced down to a small data pad, he gently caressed it and held it in his hands. Looking it over. He began to tap it with his gloved right hand, seeing if it would work.

@[member="Z3AL"]

 

[Killian]

The screen suddenly came to life with the same distorted face as before. Along the walls of the alleyway, multiple cameras turned, as if watching Bruce. To avoid others hearing, the audio came through Bruce's helmet. "You are against the Republic, as am I. You want a way to get at them? Well, I am presenting you one." Instead of the distorted face, now a blue floor plan was present on the screen, with a red dot in the middle. "The Republic use a high tech system to monitor Coruscant, keeping control of every citizen, every camera, even electricity. With full access to the system, we can cripple the Republic greatly. I promise, if you help me with this, I will in turn help you bring down the Republic." His voice went silent for a moment, as the screen zoomed in on the floor plan. "With my backdoor access, I can disable communications, so they won't call reinforcemants. Luckily for you, this means you can be as loud as you like. Break in, take everyone down and get to the main server room. You'll find a chip on the back of this communicator, that'll let me access to system." As Z3AL spoke, the floor plan moved and a line followed the path he spoke of, until reaching the red dot in the centre. Then the screen changed.
>Accessing off-planet accounts
>Transferring credits
>Withdrawing 100,000 credits from Republic source
>Depositing 100,000 credits in new account
The screen then returned to the distorted face. "Access to the account will be given once you finish the job. Do we have a deal?" Another Camera in the alley turned to face Bruce, as if it were questioning him itself. A route to the base then appeared on the screen, stating it to be a few minutes walk.

[member="Bruce Foster"]

 

[Bruce Foster]

"Do we have a deal?" [member="[/COLOR][/FONT][/I]Z3AL"] asked.
Bruce looked over the plans. He was memorising the routes, everything. This is exactly what he had been trained for. His years of training under the tutelage of his father, the strict exercise routines and diets. He wondered if this, being, knew of his history. Knew everything about him. All the data the cult had collected over the years as Bruce grew up among them. He made no reply, he had memorised the path. Bruce began to walk, with each step of his magnetic boots came a thud. He slapped the data pad against a small magnetic clipping on his waistline. He wasn't in it for the credits. He didn't have a single care for the credits. This was about doing as his father would have wanted him to do. Getting revenge on the Republic.
The compound came into sight, and Bruce's slow pace broke into a swift jog. His entire suit sagged with each step. His footsteps becoming the sound of hammer upon an anvil as he moved quickly. Armour plates sliding in-between one another in admiration perfect manufacturing. He reached the metallic titanium walls, and sent up his right boot. It clung to the wall powerfully. He began to climb the wall like an awkward monkey, his feet keeping him grounded from falling. Reaching the zenith of the structure, he leapt over onto the other side.

 

[Killian]

The inside of the compound was mainly taken up by the giant metallic bunker which housed the computers and servers. At the bunker's front was a giant vault door, which was guarded by two light-armoured soldiers. Of course, Bruce's loud armour attracted their attention and they aimed their blaster rifles at him. "This is a restricted area! Get down!" One of them shouted, while the other one got closer to Bruce, about to pull the trigger.
>Accessing Backdoor Power Line
>Overloading
A power box next to the shouting guard exploded, sending him flying into an opposite wall, unmoving. The second guard turned to watch his friend's demise, giving Bruce the prime opportunity to take him down.
>Accessing Door Controls
>Access Granted
The giant vault doors then grinded open, revealing a long corridor that seemed empty. The corridor would split left and right at the end, with Bruce's map telling him to continue down the right corridor. "The server room isn't too far in." His distorted voice spoke, the sound of muffled typing in the background.

[member="Bruce Foster"]

 

[Bruce Foster]

The explosion gave him all the time he required. Before the guard had known it, Bruce reached out, encircling his palm around the mans right wrist, stretching out his arm taut. Bruce brought his left elbow down on the mans arm, following by a sickening crack. The man wailed loudly, the blaster rifle dropping from his grip. Bruce sharply placed his gloved hand over the mans mouth. With a swipe of his legs, the man slapped against the concrete ground. The 6 foot armoured combatant clambered over the disorientated guard. He placed his hand into the guards mouth, and began to pull at his jaw. Bruce dragged him by the mouth. He let out screams and wails as he was dragged through the doorway and into the corridor. He followed the map quietly, having not spoken a single yet. [member="Z3AL"] said "The server room isn't too far in." Bruce continued to drag the man, with the intention to force him to give Bruce whatever clearance he may need, if that was necessary. He was still unsure about the voice that spoke to him, how far his abilities lay.

 

[Killian]

At the end of the second corridor was another checkpoint, this time with three guards, only one of them being heavily armoured. However, upon seeing Bruce dragging the man, they merely widened their eyes and stepped back. The two lesser guards looked to the one who seemed to be their superior officer. "Open the door..." He stuttered, causing one of the light guards to type in a password. On the other side, a group of five guards turned and raised their rifles, while the previously terrified guards regained their courage and drew out their weapons. "Outnumbered, now surrender!"
"Get ready to bring them all down." Z3AL spoke, typing being heard again.
>Accessing Bunker Power Grid
>Access Granted
>Shutting Down
Everything went pitch black, as the only light sources in the corridor died. The guards went into a frenzy, firing into the roof as if they were untrained gunslingers. None of the eight guards knew what to do in this situation, causing three of them to back away slowly as the rest spun manically, trying to find Bruce. By the time they would hear him, it would be too late for them...

[member="Bruce Foster"]

 

[Bruce Foster]

Bruce stood, unsure how to react to the guards. He didn't speak a word as he gazed upon them from behind his polarised visor. When the door opened, everything turned to darkness. Blaster fire shredded through the corridors, molten titanium dripping from the walls as the lasers struck. Bruce fell to a crouch, slamming a quick gauntlet fist into his captives nose. Knocking him out for good. As the random fire began to die down, Bruce joined into the fray. He wasn't quiet in the least, his footsteps were like thunder in the small confines. He came upon a guard, slapping his open palms against his ears, disorientating him. Gripping his skull, Bruce slammed his head forward, splitting the mans forehead. He dropped limp, unconscious. He was fast and deadly, a martial hurricane as he moved from guard to guard, disarming them in a matter of seconds. Delivering powerful bursts of jabs and explosive uppercuts. He took a blow to his hemet, forcing him onto a knee. The armoured guard hovered over him. With the reflexes of a Nexu, Bruce threw out a great punch to the mans knee, dropping him to the floor. There they wrestled, rolling on the ground as one tried to grapple the other. Bruce curled his legs around the mans waist, now laying below the mans spine. He wrapped his arms across his throat and pulled tight. The guards airway caved in, going weak. Rolling from out of the armoured guard, the room was clear. Bruce spoke for the first time, into thin air. "Now what?" he said, not like an individual. Bruce was made to be told what to do, it was how he was raised. And so he waited for the ominous [member="Z3AL"].

 

[Killian]

"Continue along the corridor, turn left at the end" With more muffled typing, the lights came back on. The corridor continued to the end of the bunker, at which it turned left. Half way down the next corridor, a door on the left wall was labelled 'Main Server'. The navigation map blinked at the door, telling Bruce to go through. There would be no trouble for Bruce to enter the room, as the door would simply open when detecting someone. However, on the other side was a group of eight guards, scattered around a large room which also held around five technicians. The guards were already on alert, their rifles raised at Bruce, whereas the technicians crouched and cowered in fear. "No survivors. No witnesses." Z3AL's distorted voice ordered. "The server room is encrypted, you'll have to take out these people on your own. Once you're done, insert the chip into the main console."

[member="Bruce Foster"]

 

[Bruce Foster]

"No survivors. No witnesses."
That was all Bruce needed to be told. He barrelled down the corridor like a raging bull. The first man to stand in his way took a mouthful of armoured shoulder to his jaw, teeth and blood spraying from him as he dropped. Bruce caught the slightest of movements as fingers moved onto the triggers. He quickly dropped to his knees, ducking his head to his kneecaps. Blaster fire raced overhead, slamming into the walls. He picked up the blaster of the moaning guard that wriggled on the floor. He rolled aside, coming upon the next one. He pulled the trigger at point blank into the mans stomach, his free hand curled around his neck. He pulled the body against him, utilising him as a human shield. He raised his rifle, protected by the corpse and his armour, gunning down three more guards. The gun overloaded and he threw the body aside. He was too close to them, their natural instincts to step back. He delivered a series of furious blows to their abdomens before finishing them with a hammerhead bunch atop their skulls, jarring their teeth. The man wasn't good with the blaster, but he was a formidable foe in hand-to-hand, and he was quick. He pulled the small data pad from his belt and inserted it into the main console.

[member="Z3AL"]

 

[Killian]

"Very good, I'm accessing the system now."
>Connecting to Coruscant Network
>ACCESS DENIED
>Using Backdoor Access
>ACCESS GRANTED
An alarm sounded in the bunker, as the doors of the room were blocked off by what looked like an emergency shutter. From the ceiling dropped around eight security droids, with medium armour and heavy blasters.
"Okay. Keep them occupied while I gain full access. Aslong as you don't die, I can turn off the shutdown."
The main console screen lit up with a very different look, lines of text passing by extremely fast as Z3AL worked his way into the system.
>Implanting Remote Access Key
>50% Complete
>Estimated completion time: 1 minute
The percentage was constantly displayed, rising by around a percent each second. Meanwhile, the security droids advanced at Bruce, blasters ready...

[member="Bruce Foster"]