Narrator of the Eclipse
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴜɴ sᴛᴏʀʏᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ
The Team:
Deathstick
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Koda Fett
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Hacks
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Hachi X-0
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Shai the Jaded
Faction Leaders:
Aktur Seii
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Gorba the Hutt
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The Team:
Deathstick
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Koda Fett
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Hacks
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Hachi X-0
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Shai the Jaded
Faction Leaders:
Aktur Seii
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Gorba the HuttDeathstick
ᴋᴏᴜʜᴜɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
Deathstick was not usually one to work in a collaborative team.
At least not beyond the Crimson Dawn assassins he controlled.
As it was, Crimson Dawn required a team leader for a very delicate operation. So, Deathstick swam through the water of an artificial lake located around a CorpSec building, as the sealed helmet he wore provided oxygen for the distance. The group had been hired from various contacts, composed in such a way as to bring some high skill, which translated well to the brief:
That simple.
Of course there were other aspects, such as sneaking into the CorpSec facility data core, stealing a heap of datarecords, installing monitoring malware, and getting out unnoticed. But that should prove little issue for the team, since they were some of the best, if not the best. They had all been issued with no-show devices for the operation, a gadget that would render them invisible to sensors and scanners - but not sentients, who could still see them visually.
Ahead, the venting duct for the building sat, submerged.
"We have arrived," Deathstick said into his helmet comlink, his voice almost robotic. "Open it."
The slicer support had been brought on for exactly these kinds of situations. There was no doubt that Hacks would be able to assist in the operation, and it would begin with bypassing the venting duct entryway. And so, Deathstick waited, wadding water, until there was a water-muffled groan and the metal vent opened.
"Going in."
A short swim down the duct, and the team found themselves in the lower levels of the CorpSec facility. Deathstick climbed out of the water, as his visored helmet looked around, though all he saw was various controls and consoles for the purpose of maintaining environ-settings throughout the building.
No personnel present.
From a pouch on his belt, Deathstick produced a large cloth. It was designed to dry water, by repelling it from surfaces, and quickly patted his armor down before handing it to the next in line...
"When we're dry, we move in," Deathstick said simply, helmeted voice modulated. "Non-lethal, no guard deaths. This facility cannot know we were here. Pass the cloth along, we leave no water traces."
Deathstick spoke to the slicer, who was keyed into the conversation remotely. The comlink was encrypted, no need to hide identities.
"Hacks, what's the situation outside the heating control room, patrols? Let us know which way to go once in the corridor."
With a press on his wrist, Deathstick activated the no-show device...
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The Mercenary
Koda Fett
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Hacks
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Deathstick
The assassination droid knifed through black waters of the artificial lake that surrounded CorpSec facility, its sensitive bits protected beneath water-tight plating. It eyed the organics swimming around it with its red photoreceptor, dimmed near to black. Had it a mouth, it would have sighed. This one tires of the company of meatbags. Engage "Note-Making Protocols": Implore Lord Gorba to build or hire more assassin droids. Preferably of Sith Lord make. End "Note-Making Protocols".
Hachi followed the sentient it had designated, "Captain Meatbag", through the dark water-way and into the facility.
The duct opened into a small room, the walls lined with consoles and monitors. One by one, the team climbed out. Hachi was the odd droid out, and as such, was the only real example of excellence the crew had to follow, all of them being frail, inept fleshbags. It passed on the large cloth when it was offered, using its own systems to siphon the water from its frame and spew it out in a facsimile of the fleshbag phenomenon known as 'peeing', albeit from the smallest digit of its left prehensile manipulator as opposed to the vile fleshy appendages fleshbags used.
Hachi regrettably set its weapons system to quiet, initiating its STUN protocols, and switched it's primary, secondary, and tertiary objectives from "Murder", "Murder”, and "Murder" to directives more in line with the objectives outlined in the mission briefing. Murdering meatsacks was its favorite part of working for Lord Gorba. To be restricted to non-lethal methods was grating. Idly, it considered modifying its photoreceptor to be able to frown, so as to better be able to non-verbally express dislike.
Another time.
It interfaced with the Force through the enslaved tsil crystal at its core and wrapped an illusion about itself, layered with a mild suggestion. Hachi was not a menacing assassin droid forged with Sith magicks- it was a protocol droid, completely and utterly harmless and very much where it was supposed to be.
It waited for the meatbags to prepare.
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No. 1
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
The Mandalorian was fresh from Imperial service, but even with endless accounts of credits it seemed as if fellow criminals had been able to place true value on the services of another. It was less problematic, too. Corpsec was no more than a batch of soldiers-for-hire, rather than combatants from the ranks of Jedi. Just another task to tie him over.
He ran the cloth over his armour in an often found silence, the streaks of water that ran across the beskar were lost to the fabric. It was odd, to see him run it across his chest, his domed helmet, even across the thin rangefinder that extended from it. His bold and brazen colours traded for a black nanopaint, instead. Infamy was par the course for his services, a weapon in of itself, but situations such as this called for a certain subtlety.
Fett passed the cloth on to the next.
Deathstick
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Hacks
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Hachi X-0
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Shai the Jaded
Console Cowgirl
/>> (...) ~ Establishing Connection [CORPSEC.F.10.9]
/>> Keymaker.exe [X] UPLOADED [X]
/>> Keymaker.exe [Running]
/>> [FAILED]- {102,004}
/>> [SUCCESSFUL] - {102,005}
/>> Connection Established
<\ * WARNING: ALL QUERIES WILL BE LOGGED! * [HACKS.SLICE.PRTCL-V1]
Far away from Denon, within a prison on Coruscant, Hacks' mind swam in an ocean of data, streams of code poured over her in crashing waves. Her AJ^6 brain implant whirred with activity, processing the incoming flood of information, translating the digital to biological, electrical impulses artificially fired across her neural pathways. It was here in the Net that Hacks reigned supreme, a slicer, a data jockey, a console cowgirl.
Her mind scoured the CorpSec facility, a sailor on familiar shores. She had spent the last decade of her life racing through Corporate networks on Denon, manipulating stocks and forcing artificial market crashes for the most elite within the Corporate Authorities. Hacks knew CorpSec as well as her own keypads.
"We have arrived, open it," a voice spoke over the commlink and Hacks made no reply, silent as she worked to access the facilities infrastructure directory, her mind screaming past a thousand unrelated tools and access points. To Hacks it felt as though minutes had passed as her mind worked in overdrive sorting through useless information, but in reality had been milliseconds. The duct opened as if it had been instantaneous for Deathstick. "Going in," the commlink chirped.
Plastic eyes studied the security feeds as the group waded into the facility, then turning her mind back to the CorpSec personnel within. Their own monitors had already been sliced and diced, their visual feeds replaced by recordings of the previous hour on loop. She switched cameras to the security room and monitored a group of officers milling about, drinking coffee and talking in hushed tones.
"Hacks, what's the situation outside the heating control room, patrols? Let us know which way to go once in the corridor," Deathstick asked. Hacks bounced from the security room and flicked through two dozen channels, studying patrol patterns and movements as she went, mental notes piling up at the back of her mind.
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Koda Fett
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Deathstick
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Hacks
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Hachi X-0
It seemed that most of them had their little tricks.
The murder bot was suddenly a service droid. No, it was a murder bot. No, it was a service- Shai looked away before the headache would explode into a fully-fledged migraine. Especially since they were apparently supposed to do this non-lethally... not feeling like shit would help. Fett passed the cloth to him and Shai accepted it with a nod.
Seemed they were the only two without dedicated stealth devices.
Their team leader had some fancy smancy invisibility generator.
Must be nice.
"Good to go." Once his armor was no longer dripping wet. Whoever needed the cloth next would receive it, but in the meantime Shai rechecked his weapons for the evening. Duo of shock-batons, an electrified garrote and a single-use copycat device. It could create a perfect copy of himself, allowing him to disappear... briefly.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it.
That wasn't ideal.
"They ain't gonna wait for us to dry, lads." Shai announced lightly, before tapping his commlink. It established the connection between them so they could stay in touch even if they were separated. Then without saying anything more he'd pass them by towards the Northern corridor. Guards usually preferred to go on straight paths, so odds were they'd continue west.
Hopefully.
Deathstick
ᴋᴏᴜʜᴜɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
An update from Hacks, the slicer support, indicated guards approached from the east. There were clear paths to the north and west, but the need to move was approaching. Still, it was far more important to leave no traces that could allow the guards to follow or be alarmed. Water across metal plate flooring from a supposedly sealed room tended to raise eyebrows when noticed.
So, once everyone was dry, it was time to move.
Quickly.
Shai, the green-skinned alien, exited and headed north.
Once out of the heating control room, Deathstick used his helmet controls to activate his armor, as a shimmer passed over the entire outfit - and then it changed to match the most prominent color in environment, where he stood. The assassin figured northward seemed as good a direction as any for the moment, the now dark armored sentient moved silently as he followed Shai, as the corridors opened up and the sound of guards echoed down the east walkways.
The interior of the facility was stark metallic. White and red illumination grids, vented floor partitions with cooling steam, reinforced struts on the outer edges of the corridors that created unintentional alcoves - those ones excellent for slipping into, and avoiding notice, if it was needed. The overall environment was dim, likely CorpSec saving a credit on power costs, but there was likely some surprises in the seemingly uninteresting hallways ahead.
"Moving north, Hacks," Deathstick updated the slicer, though the likelihood she knew was without a doubt. "How many floors until the central data core?"
Deathstick wasn't aware of the layout of the facility; he wasn't a slicer, he didn't have that capacity to hack into and steal plans from a security group. That was why they had called on a professional, one with experience and a vibroaxe to grind. So it came down to following Hacks' directions and trusting in her skills to keep them going the right way...
Not exactly a position the assassin enjoyed.
But.
"I need someone up front with me to reinforce the lead, someone guarding the rear, and a floater in the middle who can go between as needed."
Deathstick began to walk, alert behind his visor, ready to non-lethally drop any unfortunate guards that stumbled onto them...
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The Mercenary
“They ain’t gonna wait for us to dry, lads,” said the moss-green fleshbag. Designation: Fleshbag 2.
The corridors were silent, save for the distant patter of the guards on patrol, and dim as the grave. Hachi spread its sensors wide and stretched its senses in the Force- it had no intentions of being surprised. Captain Meatbag, camouflaged to blend in with the dark, dreary color-scheme, whispered over the comms:
“I need someone up front with me to reinforce the lead, someone guarding the rear, and a floater in the middle who can go between as needed.”
Hachi thought for a moment, its droid brain processing thousands of scenarios, computing probabilities down to precise percentages…and came to the conclusion that the formation specifics didn’t matter. The mission was doomed to fail- too many fleshbags on the team.
<"This one will take the rear,”> Hachi said.
The meatsacks would inevitably die gruesomely, leaving Hachi free to complete the mission- the percentages were much higher solo. Yet the droid still warned Captain Meatbag of the coming danger.
<"Also, there are a pair of fleshbags about to exit the door to your left.">
Console Cowgirl
"Moving north, Hacks," Deathstick updated her, "How many floors until the central data core?" Hacks' mind peeled away from the security network and flushed the system of her presence. Her mind winked out of the facility briefly, racing through Denon's greater CorpSec hologrid for their administration core, accessing schematics and blueprints for tens of thousands of buildings across the planet, she narrowed her search patterns until she found just the one she was looking for.
In an instant her mind was back in the facility, communicating with the team.
"Also, there are a pair of fleshbags about to exit the door to your left," the droid chirped, Hacks' mind whirled about to scan the security feeds. She didn't believe she had missed any patrols. Who the hell is it, she thought. She flicked through dozens of channels in the milliseconds that passed, she found nothing. She was missing something.
Hacks plucked the schematics back to the forefront of her thoughts and her implants scanned them, finding the bathrooms throughout the facility contained no security cameras. It was a bathroom. She shot back to the droid, and the team,
No. 1
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
Fett remained content to let the hushed chatter continue between them all. His own wordless display continued on all the same, with the familiar sound of Hacks crackled on the inside of his densely armoured and helmeted head. The sole sound that left the Mandalorian, however, had been the shift of armoured plates as they faintly scraped across one another every few steps.
He continued to motion forwards, closer to the door alongside Deathstick. His carbine nested neatly in his hands, although seemed to be held more akin to that of a sidearm in the meantime. Too aware of the stun charges applied to the blaster, even if there was a particular preference with the ventilation of outright foes such as these. CorpSec, what a joke. Glorified soldiers, though for what they lacked in talent they made up for in resources.
"Keep us in the loop, Hacks." He needlessly requested.
Deathstick
Hachi X-0
Shai the Jaded
Hacks
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Koda Fett
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Deathstick
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Hacks
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Hachi X-0
It should be forbidden to go to the bathroom while guarding a facility.
How do you infiltrate a place where unassuming guards could waltz out of a toilet break at any time? It was frankly unacceptable. Shai glanced over his shoulder and suppressed a curse. They were trapped right in the middle of the corridor, no way to go back, and if they rushed forward north they'd have two guards at their back.
"Array next to the door," Shai hissed to the others as he pulled out his electro-baton.
Two on two, they would be able to catch the guards right as they exited, and knock them out. If they were lucky anyway. The fact that they already were dealing with a deadzone... made Shai almost as optimistic as Hachi.
<< Naw, am telling ya, the Comets are going to win this season. I can feel it in my-"
The second guard would never find out where the first one was feeling it. A gauntled fist clamped down tight around his mouth to forestall any cries for help as Shai ran the baton against the guard's back. It acted quickly and within a moment the unlucky man was disabled, slowly crumbling to the ground with Shai's assistance.
If someone else had handled the other one at the same time?
They'd be a-okay.
If not? Well, they'd be karked.
Deathstick
ᴋᴏᴜʜᴜɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
Unexpected guards near the group.
The speed in which Shai responded was matched by Deathstick, as the assassin moved almost in unison, to grab for the other guard. With a sidestep, a glove over the mouth and a chokehold, the second guard struggled with muffled noise before falling unconscious like the other. Deathstick acted quickly, as he crouched beside the two guards, and pulled out a small injector from a pouch. With deft finger movement, the assassin found appropriate portions between CorpSec armor to inject, as he delivered a serum into the humanoids.
Deathstick remained silent, his other hand pressed against the side of each guard's head in turn - as the injections were made - before he paused...
...
"Done," Deathstick muttered, as he grabbed the guard he downed and began to drag him back into the bathroom. "They should wake in about ten minutes, with no memory of what happened and vagueness for several minutes afterward. They won't question why they were on the ground."
As Deathstick disappeared into the side room, he said through the comlink. They had to keep moving, and couldn't afford to all stand still while the assassin and Shai handled the unconscious pair:
"Start for the lift, clear the way, we will be right behind."
The Mercenary
Captain Meatbag and Fleshbag #2 took down the pair of guards with pitiful grace and efficiency, betrayed by their feeble, inorganic nature. Luckily for them, the guards were equally frail and hapless. Hachi watched, begrudgingly intrigued, as the lead meatbag injected the downed pair with some sort of compound- a sedative that induced amnesia, the man explained with his fleshy face-hole, thankfully hidden behind a sleek black helmet.
"They should wake in about ten minutes," said Captain Meatbag, "With no memory of what happened and vagueness for several minutes afterward. They won't question why they were on the ground." He began to drag the limp guards back into the refresher. "Start for the lift, clear the way, we will be right behind."
Hachi might have shrugged in response, had it programmed itself to do so-- instead the droid merely continued onward to the intersection, not sparing either fleshbag a glance. They were going to die anyway, if not today then from the inevitable decay of their poorly made organic bodies. Either way, it had no qualms with abandoning them to fend for themselves.
A droid and a Meatsackalorian walked down the hall to the elevator-- Hachi walked, the iron flesh bag likely crept from shadowed strut to shadowed strut, as the assassin droid would appear, to all but the most focused observer, as a simple and non-threatening protocol droid. It slipped its smallest 'finger' into a port beneath the key pad and the doors hissed open, showing an empty shaft, darkly lit by wan light grids even dimmer than the ones in the ceiling, running up each corner of the shaft. It glimpsed a tiny, pitiful ladder built into the fair wall. The elevator was above them-- about five floors or so, the droid approximated. It hoped that no one called it down. Almost casually, Hachi crouched, leaped a floor up, grabbed onto the handles of the ladder, and scrambled up two rungs at a time.
Console Cowgirl
Back on Coruscant, in a supermax prison monitored by SIA, Hacks nestled deeper into her cot. There was little for her to do now, programs ran in the background of CorpSec systems monitoring guard movements and feeding loops onto the monitors in the security control room. Her plastic eyes followed her own prison guards, walking past the energy door of her cell to check up on her. To the outsider all they saw was the destroyed form of the cyborg at rest, contained, but unknown to them her mind was free.
The communication of Deathstick travelled highways of code back to her mind, her implants translating digital to biological, interpreting his voice as a thought within her own mind. She dismissed the foreign invasion of thoughts, her mind straying on the mission parameters. She had not been wholly informed of just what was being stolen, or why secrecy was utmost.
Perhaps it was that she was in prison under the careful eye of SIA, intentionally left out of mission-critical information to keep it from being spilled to the Alliance intelligence branch, or that her history of burning bridges and double crossing friends had earned her a reputation of someone not to be trusted.
Her mind leapt from the CorpSec network and burrowed into Koda Fetts armour systems, recognising pathways she had once surfed before on the Senate floor. She had used the bounty hunters armour as a stepping stone, a means to infect the Senates network with her code. Now slicing Fetts HUD, she began to tweak the parameters until lines of small text scrolled across his display, a conversation only Fett was clued in on.
No. 1
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
In a sudden flash of movements, his peers rushed into action. Their swift movements had seen their foes disabled, rather than robbed of their lives in full. Maybe so when their bosses find them forced into a slumber. For one reason or another, it was imperative to their mission that these men be kept alive. The Mandalorian elected to not allow a curious mind to run, elsewise find himself an endless chase for an uncertain truth. In contrast to the rest of them, Fett seemed harmless in his armoured suit with an endless arsenal.
His hands, one after the other, saw to it that the Mandalorian ascended the ladder. The HUD of the T-visor flashed several displays, yet his attention was consumed by the most recent addition; an emerald tone, all too reminscient of Hacks and the words themselves seemed to have claimed as much. In a brief pause, a touch on his armoured vambrace muted the voice inside the helmet. He could speak freely and unheard now.
"No." He said softly, "Deathstick, CorpSec, none of it. But that doesn't matter as long as I'm paid what I'm owed."
Chances were there was something off, but like he said...
"Guess is Deathstick works for some CorpSec affiliated branch, maybe a move on corporatist elements on the inside. False-flag, maybe. Otherwise, shoot to kill makes more sense to me."
Hacks
Deathstick
Hachi X-0
Shai the Jaded
Deathstick
ᴋᴏᴜʜᴜɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
And that was that.
Deathstick stood and moved out into the corridor again, as he looked to the right - to the south - and checked on the status of the patrol that had been in the same direction. His visual displays gave no indication of imminent approach, nor did Hacks indicate a warning - so far - which meant it was likely secure to move into the hall and to the north, to regroup at the lift.
The shimmer on Deathstick's armor crossed his form again, before the armor began to blend into the environment once more.
"Sorted here, moving back to you," The assassin said through the comlink between the group. "Hacks, how does the exit of the lift shaft look?"
It was time to anticipate the next level, where the team would close in on the data core and the information desired.
With silent movements, Deathstick followed the verbally silent Mandalorian onto the ladder rungs, before following the same direction as those ahead and closer to the objective...
Console Cowgirl
When Fett muted his external comm, Hacks' AJ unit translated the information and she felt the action like a physical reaction on her own mind. Then he spoke, "No. Deathstick, CorpSec, none of it. But that doesn't matter as long as I'm paid what I'm owed. Guess is Deathstick works for some CorpSec affiliated branch, maybe a move on corporatist elements on the inside. False-flag, maybe. Otherwise, shoot to kill makes more sense to me."
Hacks, laying in her cell on Coruscant, rolled her head left then right, stretching her neck with a degree of frustration. A groan left her lips and the guard by the energy door of her cell peered in, seeing only the cripple that lay peacefully in her cot, harmless. Such was the degree for which slicing was underestimated, the human supercomputer that she was could harness a power unlike any other with but her mind, far from the esoteric and spiritual Force, something far more tangible, technological, and no one was wiser to the threat it posed.
She rested her head back on her pillows, plastic eyes that did not need to rest shut their lids, allowing her focus to return to the task at hand. A voice at the back of her mind chirped, "Hacks, how does the exit of the lift shaft look?" Then her mind was reaching out across the facility, tendrils of code that burrowed through the CorpSec network.
She was back at the cameras, scanning them again. The elevator exit was clear, but something else was wrong. Had her cybernetic body any skin left it would have prickled with anticipated danger. The feed vanished from her thoughts, but not at her command. She had only a second to scream the command down the comm as frenzied pain washed over her mind, and her voice cut out with a static crackle,
The Mercenary
Hachi didn't sense anyone in the corridor beyond the exit doors, and truth be told, it trusted its senses far more than some fleshbag hacker millions of light years away that was limited to watching through cameras, for all that the fleshbag in question had very little actual flesh. What it sensed instead was in impending sense of danger, as if they were all headed towards a storm that was hidden beneath the horizon. Nevertheless, Hachi pried the doors open just enough for itself and the others to slip through as Hacks left them with one last harrowing update.
<"I̵'̴v̶e̸ ̸l̸o̴s̵t̶ ̶c̵o̵n̶t̵r̴o̴l̸ ̸o̸f̶ ̴t̴h̸e̶ ̶c̶a̶m̸e̴r̸a̷s̸ - t̴̥͔̂h̶̨̏̊͑ě̴̪͉̣̊̾y̴̤̪̩͒'̷̧̛r̸̭̈́e̵̹̐͠ ̷̤͓͆ŏ̷̠̀n̶͘ͅt̶̗͛̊̐ő̷͚̐̽͜ ̸̲̠̓m̴̢̻͕̕e̴͈̯̣̓,̶̨̛̰̖͠ H̷͍̩̥́̌̍Į̴̟͕͘.̴̣̩̏̎---">
That's when Hachi sensed them. Three- no, four patrols converging on their position. This was it. The fleshbags would surely die now, and with Captain Meatbag gone, it could return to its original objectives of murder, murder, and murder. Still, for some inexplicable reason-- clearly a small fault hiding in the depths of its coding-- the droid offered the others a warning.
"We are compromised. The cameras are now a liability." It reached out a single hand and tightened it into a fist-- the nearest camera crumpled into dust.
Deathstick
ᴋᴏᴜʜᴜɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
CORPSEC FACILITY, DENON
Deathstick made his way after the group, movement smooth and precise on the ladder, scaling the confines of the turbolift shaft with relative ease.
When suddenly there was an unexpected development, as the warning from Hacks fizzled across the encrypted comlink frequency, and the loss of camera control was warned. That wasn't ideal, it made the task a little more difficult, but there had been contingencies planned and prepared for in such an instance. As he neared the exit to the turbolift shaft, Deathstick reached over to his wrist and activated a small device strapped there.
The no-show device.
It made the wearer essentially invisible to basically any electronic systems, from cameras to sensors and even scanners. Though it was only an electronic disguise, one that - presumably - scrubbed the user from security visibility like a green screen. It would help keep them concealed, hopefully until Hacks could get control back, or implement some kind of diversion, so long as--
"No, don't!"
--ahead, the droid crushed a camera in its hand.
It seemed even supposedly superior droids could make errors in calculations, as everyone had been given a no-show device for the job.
"If anyone has ideas on how to make that destroyed camera look like an accident, I'm all ears," Deathstick said with a hint of agitation in his modulated voice. "But, otherwise, we need to move. Quickly."
The masked assassin added, with a glance to the droid:
"And no killing. That can't be overlooked so easily."